Light as a feather
I float through all of the pain
Laughing like a madman at myself
for being weak enough to let the rain fall from my face for so long
A mournful song is what being here is all about
Nobody
Nothing
ever said that this was gonna be a walk in the park
In this darkness, I can see it all
Like a nocturnal beast on the prowl
When the Moon succumbs to fullness, I twist my neck around my shadow and I howl at Her
My Mother
My Whispering Majesty who pulls the estrogen through this body of something much different than a man
I am, indeed, a living miracle
I have no right to wail or to whine
How do I complain about being given again this chance to make my way back to the divine
Our emotions are a trick
A dirty illusion
A fucking lie!
They all run parallel to this insipid idea that somehow, somewhere, some day we will die
We were never really born
We have simply forever been
There is no how to why
No where
No when
It is all just some sickening design composed by the testosterone that swims through the blood that isn\'t red, but blue
Dead is not gone
That has never been true
We do not just go to the compost to be eaten by the worms
Sick is what happens when we fall for the bullshit about its origin
Coming from our tiniest brothers, those innocent little germs
Everything becomes harmless once we see that it is WE that invented harm
A spellbinder\'s curse can only harm us if we believe in the incantation that lies behind the charm
The center of the Universe is what comes to mind when we hear me, myself, or I
We are the only answer when we ask ourselves why
The Sun
The Moon
The Earth
The Sky
Everything
Nothing
Darkness
Light
Yesterday
Now
Tomorrow
Morning, Noon, & Night...
7/24/2010