I am abounded now,
verb: I am meant to exist here in large quantities...
I personally know death in my own right
without all of the obsequies.
To be abundant or plentiful;
I needed to jump from the pedestal,
Light travels at a prestissimo speed-
Living in a state of movement or action,
But still an image delayed is only real in memory.
Klexos is defined as the art of dwelling in the past,
If I were to stop to look back, you'd drag me back
In the most earnest of ways, you were always adept at that.
Well death to that, this is the epoch...
This point in time is the beginning of a new distinctive period.
The number of things I am to do and be without the shackles of you:
indefinite, I am a living myriad.
Clocks, calendars, anniversaries, memories irrelevant-
My periodic restlessness in your heart has lead me to choose to be love celibate.
The displacement of an oscillating or vibrating body at zero time,
I can't contain my anticipation as things come full circle,
our death is my rebirth whole in the world sublime.

It said I was an Oak or a Fig Tree...
It was wrong,
I'm a willow...
By birth if not by date.
I do not bear the sweet fruits of my labor for anyones feeding.
Winding, sturdy, deeply rooted at my center but high reaching-
I don't require too much sunshine to grow,
And I've done my fair share of weeping..
but I do more swaying, more dancing.
Grace is important, and to be close to flowing water- purity, purify.
Also,
How I'm growing up, down, and in at the same time-
They'll recognize me by the wild hair either in my face or the wind.
A willow with green eyes-
My limbs and I are lithe, That's me...
Flowing my best like the water you'll find me bent near-
I bend but I do not break-

Willowy.
Willow Tree.

Mankind and unkind.
Recklessly, extravagantly consuming,
The Profligates of humanity.
While totally restrained by convention- no morality.

The irony of a welcome mat and white picket fence,
Oxymoron for morons- this picture of us, the U.S. in it's totality.

Confined and maligned.
Assailing with contemptuous language; presuming.
Us Libertines of the world.
Expecting all to bend or be broken for our liberties.

We think they think that we are refined.
The world shuns us and our first world state of mind.

brutality to lethality,
duality to finality,
formality to legality,
mentality to normality,
municipality versus reality,

This is the land of the free.
Right?

Some conversations will make your heart heavy,
But you shouldn't be having those often.
Some individuals will always end up making you sad
or leave you feeling disappointed,
and exhausted with carrying the weight of them on your shoulders.
It's not what you put in, or could've put in, or even done differently,
It's what they take. The way they will leave you empty if you keep allowing it.
They may or may not even realize what kind of succubus they are,
draining your lightness from you, but either way-
There is nothing you can do for that, for them...
But for you,
close yourself up and put yourself away from that.
It will be hard at first but...
Stop giving your peace & happiness away to feed their insatiable beast.
You deserve and need both.
Go find people to share both with instead.
Equal exchange- Joy for joy, peace for peace, love for love.
Those people are out there waiting for you,
with open arms and open hearts, I promise.

The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.
And he who has the why to live can bear almost any how,
So I ask The Most High not for a lighter burden,
but instead for broader shoulders...
Because rock bottom is good solid ground,
and a dead end is a logical place to turn yourself around
and face a new direction.

I often wonder if it's just me?
Is it possible for others to be empty and full at the same time?
How can I be so whole as I continue to give and leave pieces of myself
as I go along.
Are we all not just walking contradictions in this way?
Giving, taking, doing, going, showing, keeping, asking, answering, seeking...
What have I found?
If I can say anything for sure- there is no fact.
But statistically, ignorance is bliss..
But at what cost?
Knowledge is power,
and I will gladly postpone a false sense of happiness for truth in exchange.
Better to be the black sheep than just another member of the flock
being fed fat with lies and a false sense of security,
only to be herded to the slaughterhouse
faithfully, obediently in line with the masses.

I choose the escape to the greener pastures I think there might be,
For to be fed fat with lies is to feed yourself to the liars.
You can not run into the belly of the beast to fight the good fight though,
I choose to simply oppose.
To run blindly into the horizon and the unknown...

Because we should indeed be more fearful of what we think we know,
what we have grown so comfortable with and dependent upon-
rather than what we have not yet set out to face.