#174

Sooner or Later

Realizations are made and songs sung are heard,

Sooner or later.

Fake bleeds blood washing eyes to show truth and mistakes,

Sooner or later.

Fallacies are discovered, ruminations are had, “What have I done?”

Sooner or later.

Truth is made manifest, love moves on, what could be will never be,

Sooner or later.

A new song fills the air, loves blossoms forth, one wanting and deserving reaches,

Sooner or later.

Life grows, it carries on, nothing will be the same, and everything changes,

Sooner or later.

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#173

A Life Apart

He is the man needed for a time, ne’er wanted… and thus it is.

Used and loved for what he offers, which is a glimpse into the world

without.  Discarded once they have been shown and found their way

A life apart, this is why he goes through cycles of withdraw.  It is

not worth the bullshit’s mask to pretend to be unaffected.  “You got a

pretty face”  Bam!  She’s stuck… forget the man who was there for her,

the guy she ran to when she needed help.. the reliable one, the safety net

Fuck him!

Mid-year thoughts…

Why am I seen as an asexual creature? What is it about me being a great friend that makes women scared to consider having feelings for me? Why am I always the guy who becomes the straight “gay” best friend? I can repair or guide anyone through their shit but when the dust clears “thanks Kyle, see ya later, I gots life to live!” They always take a part of me with them… a part which I will never get back. A little bit of my innocence, every time. I am becoming a harder person, i think. Not near as open as before and I cannot help but question my actions… thinking what about being a great man is such a fucking turn-off?  I am the man, in the box.  I offer a glimpse of a life apart, apart from the paradigm we were all raised in.  Women don’t like that so much, but they love the novelty item… that thing they can get close to, experience bits of and then rush back to their mediocre, mundane familiarity.  No one ever grows in a comfort zone… they remain stagnant.

Life is not stagnant, it is ever growing, ever changing… as is the state of human consciousness.   Those of us, aware of the goings on, know this… we can see it.  The movement is slow but with continued presence, the pace of awakening minds is picking up.  Most reading this do not know it, most reading this cannot know it, lost in their ego driven mania.  It is not a bad thing, it is what it is.  I am not dogging anyone, just stating the fact that there are some reading this who will be sorely offended.  Ask yourself why you are offended.  Or not.  The choice is yours, remain stagnant and dead to the world or live a life spoken of by the great sages of ages past.

#172

I Am

I am not an engineer who designs and makes shit

I am not a soldier defending corporate interests

I am not an athlete making goals, touchdowns, baskets, runs

I am richer by  far than any of the above

I know what life is worth, I see what is taken for granted

I am a differently-abled starving artist, trying to find his nut.

#171

Martyrdom

Taught to live, to appreciate life.

Shown the lighter side, the grander side of life.

Wiser teaches well, Friend flies away…

Wiser needs to be selfish, helping others has its place

But self is the whole, being a martyr for love is not what

Has got to be done, to ride, to fly, to live, to die

Vicariously incarnate, seeing dreams realized

Taking no credit for credit is not to be had

A guide, a teacher, a mentor, a “friend”

Forgotten but for nostalgic reminiscence.

 

#170

A Moment In Time

A beautiful friendship, the purest love.

Cantankerous history need not overshadow

Real love does not ruin true friendship, enhances is all

How to let her see what I feel, that is the quandary.

How to go about this… time will tell, hand writ words

Spill over in letter form.  Perhaps it may just be?