protect yourself

so you only be about that bread but that shit is mouldy, and i look into your heart and see that you’re a coldy. cause this shit that you inject is icy, and world that you protect is dicey. money stacks and paper rolls are common favours, with a one trick ride as your neighbour. when your enemies all become friendly, and struggle is but a distant memory. the pain your mother screams is ignored, as she holds onto the little boy she adored. selfish snakes and venom ties have got your fame up, and you wonder when they’ll try and flip the game up. honestly you will see this life will catch you, and you’ll still be waiting for your promised breakthrough. please don't think i'm trying to bring you down, just remember everybody wants to wear the crown.

singularity of the mind

i'm almost proud yet scared to admit that i can spend so much of my time in a constant state of silence and darkness. i suppose it allows me to understand myself and really get lost in my own thoughts; to live fully within the mental scape which defines me. often i feel the outside world has too many rules and too much seeks logical theory over possibilities. for this reason i prefer to keep many of my obsurd ideas to myself, for i may be the only person who will ever fully understand them. sometimes i wish i could find someone to bare my soul to, to show the real and raw me. i know timing is everything and eventually when the moment is right and i'm ready, certain events will occur which will completely shuffle the details of my seemingly calm life. maybe this is all happening as we speak yet i can't bring myself to accept and acknowledge this gifted evolution of my being. i'm not sure how this all ends, maybe the darkness is constant, what i do know is that my decisions define my destination and i've decided lonliness is a neccessity. if i can't be happy alone, i'll never be happy in any kind of relationship. all i need is time.

The Invitation - Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!” It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.