Okay, tell me when.

I feel like I could possibly lead a cultural revolution, but simultaneously be a candidate for multiple divorces. I was told to know myself.

Just sayin’…

     There’s no such thing as normal. Trust me on that! Scratch the surface of any random human being and you’ll see it’s nothing more than posture and good rehearsal. Why do you think nobody -and I do mean NOBODY- enjoys lingering stares? It’s because deep down inside, we save our quirks for those we feel comfortable with; questioning others’ normalcy with your eyes is intrusive on a spiritual level, people! And to stare in return is to engage in telepathic warfare! See what I mean? This paragraph isn’t normal… but if you were to spot me in public, you’d ask me to help with unloading groceries. Asking about my outlook on reincarnation probably wouldn’t cross your mind.

     Each generation sets the rhythm and tone for the following one. And I shit you not, every generation has fucked up some very important aspects of living for the ones following. I think I’m just gonna walk around apologizing to the youth from now on. Even though personally I’ve had nothing to do with war, wage gaps of any kind, shutting down of creative and after-school programs, national debt, bad fashion trends, gang culture, fuel prices, cost of living, selective aid to other nations, famine, etc… I know this list should be a lot longer! Anyone care to add more?

      My younger self said, “If it weren’t for these damn emotions, I’d be pretty close to invincible!” I’m sure I wasn’t the only feeling this way at some point. Most were taught to detach from that aspect of being just to save us from heartache or unnecessary drama. And for the most part, the conditioning has worked. Nobody feels a thing any more. Well, we pretend to not feel anything…

        That is, until we’re all alone and our feelings feast away at the walls life has supposedly forced us to erect in order to preserve all that is delicate about ourselves. If you decide to add alcohol to the mix, or as I like to refer to it, The Great Loosener - good luck with damming the powerful tides that produce lightshows containing the entire spectrum. Oh, sure, you may feel silly the next day. But the vulnerability displayed was what you needed deep inside. Thank the spirits for providing you with a moment relieving you of the same pressure figuratively weighing down on your chest at night. Why not show a little courage and let it all out?

No one cares about authenticity any more. The masses want to be high and famous; enjoying the perks of celebrity, but so outta their minds they no longer feel opinions.

Shout-out to the clueless and hateful.

     I’ve asked this before. But again, nobody reads this shit. Who really wants to be yanked from a thinly veiled illusion in which they’re always right and everything is just peachy? And everyone is treated fairly. And we actually take time to understand one another. And we give each other space to recharge and reflect. And entire communities aren’t belittled and agitated. If you happen to be reading this right now, I sincerely hope to all that exists above this plane that the sarcasm is not only felt through the screen, but smelled as well (garbage truck juice and a spritz of mop water)… looking at you America!

I’m a walking gun, overwhelmed with the weight of rounds I’ll most likely never fire. *insert unnecessary curse words*

I’ve known since childhood the best way to heal this world and fix society. But out of spite, I’m just gonna stretch across the couch and soak in existential funk. Fuck it. The battery refuses to be installed…

Eh…

       I failed at meeting her requirements in height, body type, finances, character, lifestyle, dress code, culinary skill, grooming of body hair, taste in music, world view and of course, willingness to cuddle even when burning the fuck up. And she didn’t have to frown so much when I’d volunteer to be slapped just as she reached orgasm (don’t judge me, we all have kinks)…*deep sigh*

Horrible people do horrible things to others. Those of us with awareness and and a sense of right and wrong spend an obscene amount of time trying not to become horrible people in response.

        No heirs to this. Working on the solutions. Used up. No guide. No breaks in torment. No hugging me. Just cigarettes. Truth sought after. And love has been locked away. Rum for humor. Fresh air for combustion. Perceived threats and boogey men make the best of it. We are the battery for the evil entity. You’ll figure it out just as it becomes too late. Another pull. Stereoscopic hues regain structure. Thump it. Hello sadness! Yeah, same shit. Dig it…

I need love, but I’d settle for clawmarks at the moment…

      ‘Merica just wants to fuck, am I right? You can keep the mushy sentiment and rivers of emotional turbulence. We’ve lowered our dosage of feels and fuzziness while vastly increasing our dosage of lust and missing undergarments. Oh, our grandparents might’ve made relationships seem magical, with all the holding hands and deep stares and whatnot. But we’ve seen what the struggle has done to our parents and age brackets between. Nah, I think we’re good here. And please take the flyers with you; they’ll just end up in the trash if you leave them in people’s doorways!

        We’re always late figuring out that some people simply belong to the world. They’re just not meant to be held onto at all. And it wouldn’t be wise to heavily invest in them. Love ‘em like everyone else, sure, but keep in mind your bed and personal gravity can’t compete with their lust for all this life has to offer. Does this sting to anyone else?

Felt like rambling a bit.

The holy man with no religion. A friend with no ties. A lover with no recipient. Don’t believe in teams or any of your other silly means of division. Swallowed too much darkness from you to even bother caring a minute longer. Sat at the edge and tossed my mind to get an idea of how deep the abyss was. Swayed the hardened junkies into much softer vices. Universe has allowed me the room to run as wild as I want. Probably never make love again, but that act wasn’t guaranteed to a soul like mine. From the palm of my hand into the winds of messages…

Huggable on weekends…

       Regardless of race, affiliation, body type, gender identity or background, we all want the same things in life. Beneath the many things we cling to we’re all the same, for the most part. Everyone wants to be heard. We all want to be respected. Who doesn’t want a fair shot? Who doesn’t want to feel as though they belong? Nobody wants to be ignored or have what makes them special shoved to the background like an acting prop in this never-ending drama. Truth is, life is ugly for so many of us today and it’ll remain this way until the day comes when we the people decide that it does no good to hold down and belittle others in order to feel important. Ego says I’m better than you, therefore I deserve the best. Balance says we’re all some bad muthafuckas in here, so we should support one another while soothing the wounds madness inflicts. You can argue my points, but you’ll end up looking like a complete ass.