Cursed be the memory that led me to you – it was an illusion
A trick of the mind which entered me like a toxic pollution
The pollinated air and well-trained disguise guided me by making me adaptive
Those allergies produced a cough and itch that’s prisoned me captive
How could I ever resist that infallible rose
A token of blossom laced with the protection of the thorns which are clothes
I’m cut by the tender clinch
Reminded yet again that everything we hold requires us not to flinch
A forged experience completely entwined by a complex tribe
If we only listened to the call of the shadows – Would this still be a bribe?
Now, I’m like a ghost wishing to belong to a world opposite of the dream
Steady longing for those sketches of empty frames which scream
Envisioning to be filled yet again with color and personality
The curse of belonging is a memory from the heart of commonality but not factuality
What you gonna do now? Keep talking?
What about walking?
Are your shoes tied? What’s happening? Did you get in shape before the match? What about drinking your water? Did you lift your weights? Are all of your tools prepared? Did you remember to bring your wallet? Your handkerchief? What about any magic beads?
I’m asking these questions cause I wanna make sure you’re prepared. Consider me the performance coach. Are you ready for the performance? Are you gonna get on stage and run away OR are you show everybody that paid a ticket they’re gonna get their monies worth?
You ain’t gonna let them down. You have bought into the lightning and now you’re on fire!
But don’t burn too much, otherwise, you’re gonna suffocate everyone in the room! 😀
Fire burns quickly and smoke sends the signal to the alarm.
Your burning is largely due to nerves.
So you feel nervous?
Ever paid for something with the expectation that it was gonna show you out? When you couldn’t look forwards to eating it because you knew it was gonna rock your world!? Remember tasting it and getting disappointed? Being let down – disturbs the peace but everything is still in harmony when you believe in your work.
We all got faults we can work out on but to get bummed out is a part of the process.
HOWEVER // Make it plain. Expect the sudden interruptions of life and follow the signs. Get there. Polish your breaks. Even when you feel you are about to skew away from the path.
Are you afraid people might see you stumble? Maybe you gonna fall on your ass and embarrass yourself? Well, that’s awkward picking yourself back up right after you tripped on a non-existent banana.
You ain’t the only one tripping, tho.
The performance is the trip itself.
“The Accusation of elderly conviction is executed merely because of futuristic outcomes, coded by a similar disposition .”
This accusation is deemed to qualify a sense of youthful examination, which animates the picture of believability.
If this is the impression that designs its players rightfully -who plays the roles?
Seize the level of immaturity and arise at your most youthful memory.
Laughing in the fortune of what lays behind and being guided by the train of obscurity.
The terms now are hereby more defined, excellence lies in the way for expression.
Signing the condition away to settle the dispute of locked away silence.
Why settle when things are going very badly?
The good times roll and the search for resembled manifestations, are just as likely to appear realistic.
This aging process is soon to end on the terms of death.
^^ I remember writing this, around this time last year.
YES. Death is apart of life.