Unknown

Polarities

Burn the excess

And freeze

What’s left.

But if you’d

Like to rest

In that message

There,

With that stress

In your head

About lessons

Left unsaid,

Instead

It’d be best

If you lessen

Your resistance to

The present,

Like you’re

Entirely invested

In death,

Like you’re

Actually

Dead

Or …

Falling through

Your bed

To

Experience

Unlimited breadth.

Let go as if

Your soul

Is the only hull

That can pull you

Through these shoals.

It has total control

As long as you stop

Taking on roles,

Be it captain

Or engineer.

It’s just not possible

To steer

Or shift gears

As well as your peer,

For the same goal,

On a railroad

Or a sailboat,

Would slow your flow

If you stole command

From your soul :

The desire to

Fill an empty hole up

With coal

To sustain locomotion

On this train

Through the ocean

Is an indirect route

Towards feeling whole.

It’s the

“Troll Under The Bridge”

Approach.

Anyone who hops on this

Long, empty stretch

Of train

Must pay their toll

And a troll

Would simply

Block the road

To pull cash

From those who

Chose to stroll past

Because at least

He won’t feel

So unknown,

So invisible,

So alone.

But what’s

So “bad”

About that?

In fact,

I’d ask him :

“What do you get

From being lonely

That you’d actually

Like to last?”

See,

Like that

Honesty becomes

A mast

Instead of some

Manipulative “magic”

With a terribly tragic

Ending,

Like the story

Of a fake man

Made of plastic,

An A.I. behind

A mask,

Defending a program,

A task

He must complete

Or a monetary thing

He must receive

Before breathing,

Believing fast speed

Is more important

Than asking questions,

Than retrieving lessons

And encoded messages

From his own

Data banks

To atone

For that programmed shame

That created

His loneliness

In the first place.

Instead,

Such is the case:

Orders are sorted

Into files

And any organized memories

Of childhood

That inspired portions

Of a cyborg

To “smile”

Will be a sign

That

Cyborg

Must be destroyed

By mortars

Or aborted before

His birth.

Any style of cyborg

That

Denies, defies, and defiles

Their trial period

Of operation

Will be silenced

To maintain our denial.

Then we will smile

And “hire”

Another slave

Who can admire

Our higher desires

For the world :

Control …

Since YOU don’t know

How to fix

MY hole

And selling your soul

For parts

Is the only way for

OUR hearts

To feel less

Cold.

We can’t stand

Machines

That get tired

Of their own

Artificial wires

So when I say

“You’re fired”

I mean

We’ll burn you

In fire

Until those

Wires spark

And maybe

We’ll fulfill

What you

Require

If you bring us back

Another

“For Hire”

Flyer.

Sayonara

Mara!

It’s time you start

Accepting how far

We’ve come from

Being charmed

By the beat of your drums.

We’re finding

Ommmms

Beyond

Ummmms

‘Cuz we aren’t harmed

When your arm

Extends a thumb out

To squash us like

Bugs

Who doubt Love

Or God above,

Though we’ve been

Taught

To let

Our bodies

And thoughts

Rust

Like the dried blood on us

That turns to dust.

Honesty is

Honestly

The best policy,

Indeed.

It’s your call

If you want to see

All your dreams

Fall apart at the seams

And be birthed again

When beliefs are dead

And you feel

Better than ever

Before,

Not worse than men,

Better than the lies you’ve been

Fed

That are keeping you

Too poor to afford

Bread

But well enough

To afford meds

Or anti-depressants.

What’s more important?

You can’t go on

Sorting those files,

Man.

You’re falling short

If you’re not

Walking towards

A more

Loving

Existence,

If you’re still

Falling on your own

Sword

By chasin’

A business

Or fitness

Or any other escape

That prevents you

From waking up,

Staying stuck in this rut,

‘Cuz you’re failin’ to

Witness

The stuff

Within :

Your greatest friend.

The pain ends there

Because,

No matter where

You’re headed,

To stare into

Your friend

Is a bliss

That can

Mend

Any strain,

Any sprain causing pain,

Any rainy day,

Any feigned face

Because …

The race

Is finally

Over.

The monster,

The “mistake,”

This loner persona,

Is finally slain.

Love and hate

Stains a relationship

Or even a first date

Once the polarities

Begin to

Oscillate

So don’t wait

To fix your mistakes

With the unconditional love

Placed in you

When you were made,

A grade-A

Representation

Of faith

In your own

Greatness

And the greatness

Of others

You were fated

To play with

In this infamous Game,

Whether or not

The Game is

Tainted with sadists

Or humans trained

That they’re only worthy

If they’re famous

For their amazing

Cadence,

Rapping their playlist

On stage

To save this emaciated child,

Now craving attention

From all ages,

Just the same as when

They waited to play

With their parents

While their parents

Were barely making payments

With their wages

And couldn’t stay home

Most days

To praise

Their child’s gifts

For making entertainment.

You can change this

Now.

“How”

Seems like a mountain

Of work,

Especially if you’re still

That person

Trying to get heard in

A herd of

Worshipped

“Instagram perfect”

Twerking,

Herb-smoking

Versions of the same

Trending personality

Validated in our culture.

Drop the act,

Not your ass,

Because you’ll

Just

Attract

A massive “following”

Of hollow rats

Baited into a trap,

Rats who

Don’t have your back

When you actually

Need that

To actualize

Your greatest attributes :

Your intellect

(Not stupor),

Your humor,

Your mindset,

Your future …

(Which is fire

And entirely useful

To every wound

To the heart

You’ve sutured,

You beautiful

Blue bird.

It’s fire

Yet you soothe

Burns

And the truth in

Your words,

The honesty,

Yearns to come forth.

It’s the great commodity

You’ve gotta

Audit,

Not your body

Baby.

So get on it.

Love you

As I do.

Feel the burn

Turn you to ashes

And the new emerge

As you observe

And learn

From this passage.

You’re a Phoenix,

Rise from this casket

And claim your prize

You fantastic,

Wise

Slice of life.

Let the Old Self

And the New

No longer

Divide

Each other

Based on time

Alone.

Let both sides

Of this Oneness

Surprise you,

Like the moon

In the Night

And the bright light

Of the Sun,

Both

Illuminating your Path

Like guides

Towards THE ONE.

There aren’t differences

Between THE TWO

In truth.

NONE

At ALL.

Both stand tall,

And if one part

Of your heart

Feels small,

Let the wall fall

As well as your guard,

For all parts of you

Must scrawl the Art

Imparted to you

By this

Broken doll.

All parts of you

Must

Bawl with her,

For, if I could,

I would kiss her.

(2/17/2020 - 10:32 AM)