I let it out when I’m up and scoopin’.
Bend and scoop.
C’mon. Where we goin’? Whatever you say.
How it is. See. Free fallin’.
And what about the trees?! What she said,
Is right cuz it is. You weren’t there.
Just right. Just so…
Frequency. Light raining. All light. Not wet.
Just goes like that. Just Joe,
Tryin to bring it. Give it. And get with it,
At the same time. Stuck. Fuck…
Followin. Strugglin’. For you.
For you, babe. Hear me. Down here. Tears.
My fears. And shame. Same.
I can only see the light,
When I can. And it keeps comin back…
She’s so quick to anger.
And like, I literally can’t Even.
Whenever it happens,
I just feel like Leavin’.
She thinks I’m the problem.
Something’s always Wrong.
So I shut down,
And I be Gone.
Again, like I literally can’t even.
Like, we’re worlds apart.
Within and beyond the fence.
At the edge of the forest I stand, in part.
Confused by where I stand.
Confused about where I’ve been, and unsure of where I’m going.
Trusting though enough in myself and in life; believing that I am safe and will find my way into the light; be it the open field, where I’m exposed, or through the forest; uncertain and often dark where hope is not a guarantee; where return is not a given.
Here to write, for right, and to paint pictures for you. True layers; impressions; confessions, to open us up. For you.
See. We’re not bad. Sad though the way we’re behaving. An act. A fact, and if you can see it, you can be beyond the BS. Then rest, and dream big, knowing life and the fight and the let-go and it slows down, to the moment. Shown it, the parts are clear. It’s black and white, but golden. Now, you’re not holdin. It flows through you.
So you shape. Shift. With. It. Accepting. Observing. Absurdity…. is what we carry, from there to here. Hear it. Now. Clearer and clearer.
It’s the bell. And hell will be behind you.
You’ve known. The chime that comes and goes. That distant sound that calls just you.
We leave something out, and-so a shadow of doubt… and we know, We’re much better than this.
It’s just not the right time,
Or it’s not the right Bait.
You have a choice:
Continue (as you are) and Wait.
Or, switch it up, and try something else.
Do you know the sound of a Blue Jay? Its chirps?
I do, and when I hear it, I think of my twin brother Jay and that his name was changed from Jack to Jay because we were adopted into a family that had a Jack, and we couldn’t have that; two Jacks.
And so, from time to time, I wonder about the impact, of that, on Jay.
From time to time I look back.
And, from time to time, i wonder what I still carry from the past, and I wonder what life would be like if i were fully free from the weight and pain that is a part of me.
i am thankful for my past despite the tragedies. I am grateful for all of the people that have been in my life, and for the love I’ve been given.
And, here we are, with this moment, now, and the opportunity to be and to become.
I choose to believe that I am here for others, in the name of Love.
May this help you with your journey. Love,
I’ve gotta be headed back to you.
I hope that’s how this goes.
Like the greatest surprise with all our lives.
For now it’s no one knows.
I’m passing through.
I’m on my way.
I don’t get stuck
Throughout the day.
On a path, within the road. No avoiding getting old.
Certain things I need to do. Ensuring that my dreams come true.
Clearer now, the way to be. I’ve learned to learn the way to see…
Things and stuff, they come and go. See past those things and you will grow… the way you should.