my heart is so tired
I'm losing my voice
and bleeding out
kindness is a target for evil
disheartening doesn't begin to define this ache in my chest
maybe this is how it felt when they drove the nails into Jesus's hands
the only things that keep me breathing
are full of toxins
unfortunately, there are no warning signs of toxins that provide the fix I seek.
my manifesto is to mean what I say
do what I promise
more importantly it is to love.
I've learned that love is the ultimate sacrifice.
this world needs those of us who feel deeply and communicate effectively.
a "friend" doesn't cut ties over something petty
a lover doesn't leave you because something is alleged to be true.
as a feeler, this will make sense to you.
if you are not comprehending this or not feeling a tug in your chest, go home, lay down and think about times in your life when you felt overlooked. really go back to that moment and feel it.
when you feel it, now know that other person is feeling that because of your actions.
love & art 1991,
Do not speak highly of me when I die,
we know the words aren't true.
I made too many women cry.
and crashed my car a few times because of it.
I smoked cigarettes
and didn't brush my teeth enough.
I stole once
which I was never proud of.
I said nasty things
to very nice people
and I didn't do enough to help
those who were in need.
Please, my friend,
do not speak highly of me when I die.