You can't craft honor Character a clear birthmark Darkness a defect
I think you can pretend but ultimately we are either born with it and are naturally inclined to do the right thing or without it and are forever doomed to replicate those who are. Sometimes they are successful but most of them fail miserably.
I saw a ladder It was set firmly into the ground Reaching all the way up into the sky The bottom steps were broad But as it continued up Narrower the steps became Many people could climb the bottom steps But the steeper and higher the ladder became The less people could fit onto the steps Most fell off the ladder Back onto the ground The ones who persisted continued upwards Walking in singularity No one to the left, no one to the right of them Single file they soldiered on At the top there was a bright light Into which they were consumed The ladder was pulled back Like a carpet rolled up There was now no connection between those above, and those below And the wolves and the sheep had been divided
sean achilleos 14-08-2023 https://www.facebook.com/SeanAchilleosOfficial
Down on knees tying to clean up last night brought the endless cycle of breaking everything inside I don't care enough to not care I'm over it I think to myself As though those words mean anything anymore Sitting white knuckled jaw clenched I want to give up every time you leave But I put everything back in place For everything to look like we're starting over For when you come back it'll be okay You can play house with my feelings And I'll put a smile on Hiding how tired I am to not mean more Or worth being better for
There's all this talk around me about some profound we that's never found me They taking a collective we? One agreed on collectively but conveniently minus me Is it the me, myself and I type we? Cause defining a trinity might not unveil anything holy Or could they be referring to the we that turns to just me when things get a little bit heavy? That kind of we? Maybe they mean the we I'm supposed to automatically call family Even though circumstances have them dubbed as a two faced enemy Both ones I've picked or have befriended me, eventually it's contempathy from a frienemy An uninterested we that hardly reciprocates the love that's expected to freely flow from me blindly What baffles me still is this bloodline we that aren't even aware of me Or they are aware just unwilling to add me to their we Coldly my psyche reminds me I'm nobody's somebody buddy Personally, I say let 'em swing from their positions above and beside me on the family tree Unfortunately they will always be a part of the conversation when discussing this we The good, the bad and the ugly represented by said we but projected on me Now listen closely, I claim to have came to this conclusion organically
There is no we, only me
Nonsense spewed when angry but the me I try to hide visually, the one projecting he doesn't need a we Cries out for somebody when times get lonely, lies and said I'm my only company Cause I can not see the we that is meant to be, the we I thought was only a dream of a faded childhood memory It's not only right in front of me but all around me and already a part of me Reality blends with fantasy in the best way, what else is there to say? I've found my we and another reason to be happy
You'll find it sometimes in what you eat. What it is, you might ask? It's Mystery Meat! Smells kinda weird, and looks just like ****. I don't want a dollop. No, not even a scoop. I don't even want it in Mystery Soup.