Thought it was funny
The more you get to know someone the more you find a few things to like. Guy I know, Shane, seems or he puts out image of little but ignorant white guy but past facade he has real thoughts to share, real emotions he may want to get out but his other friends/mates may be lacking in emotional outreach.
Told me some things bout his family siblings cross each other
bad blood bad news
think my relationships with me sisters not good enough but
his are separate
brother sister gone past mending I guess
so it goes
can’t like a man without him sharing the personal
don’t trust until some truth spills forth
always a spilling
males not so accustomed to moments of comrade clarity
so it goes
“Lord O Lord whateva Lord there be
Do I see myself as you see me
Am I servant to saviors or servile to me
Does this body care for itself more than what is supposed to be
I’ve tried and I’ve tired to lift myself free
Pushed and shuffled to lift up and reach
I don’t like to give in to the strife and the struggle
Things hard yes but I live and suffer
Just as others did and more that come
I just want some piece of good news to deliver itself to me
And come and bathe and wash away my pain
Alight my temples and relieve me of this rage
Can’t help but boil among the hot waters I’m in
Is it selfish to wish for better when I’m not the only one
But the weakness come maybe last forever
Maybe never you’ll come till I become better
May be I’ve come out of worse and all this now is better
It feels better and I just felt like screaming to thee
Pour my soul out just so I know it still beats
And the rhythm reaches you and you have swayed with me
We dance alone but together until some day the music changes key
What I do now
Unsure if it’s right or wrong
Good or ill
If any thing I say is worth a damn thing
If an ear is needed to listen to these ramblings
Does being mad make me more accepting of What Is and not What Should Be
Should we even Be
Not for me to answer but the question rings inside me
Was I given doubt but to appreciate the Be
Question all things to understand the existence of meaning
Suffering of heart and flesh to know the good that is there
The pain of the casted down to see there is light and some place higher to achieve
Can you answer me
Right now I’m thinking the common pull is to judge your body.
Reject and criticize all parts.
But right now I say stop and do that after you repair and refresh
Regenerate and love the body then see if you have such things to judge and hate.
If we care first then critique, what are we critiquing but the evolution of ourselves.
The aftermath and banishing of that awful self-loathing parasite we all seem to own.
If we mend we heal; if we push forward we do not back down.
Hating my body really means hating the harsh judgement I heap on myself, yourself.
Care enough about you to care about strength, not physique.
We are confused but care enough will see us through.
White ones create everything
Blondie made hip hop and rap
They invented everything right son?
One one steal me steal culture honest one
never honest white ones
too ashamed false ones
they prophets and they wreck your personals
they right, you wrong
Every business gotta pander and forgive those man ones
white shit, shit boys, gotta except all of them
Hockey nights in Canada
I bet those kids who get on camera dancin or whatever get egged on by their parents to do it and get attention
Enjoy it, yessir
Like my bitchy vitriol and ashy burns
Poke the jerks for personal pleasure
Sticks in marshmallows
Roasted people jumping sparky, like Farquads sore