In the depths of slumber
I will keep speaking. yelling back and forth with myself.
When will I learn these places of being. I am choosing to be real. Citizenhood.
How is it defined. Do we define it. What happens to a citizen lost.
Citizen Cane, Citizen came and gone and hopefully to rise again.
Life. I think about its complexities and I won't be afraid to say that I lose it.
Or actually I am afraid to say that precise thing.
I lose myself in this.
This layer. These intersections. This multi-dimensional atmosphere. I ring myself in bells of flute and harp and pum pum drum. Striking myself like a knife. It is blood my dearest. Is it melancholy? Who decides? What is next for me and you and I... I choose to be the fire.... and I choose to be maddening. / So I dive head first into the dust and rock of the earth, past primeval layers and arise like ancient mermaids, reeking of smoke and ash, a lava that burns all clean . sulphur. I won't speak by your rules. I won't make yours mine. I won't make yours mine. I won't die soon. Who am I talking to? Who am I rebelling against. Who is there to push me down. Is it myself? This is the scariest thing. That it is my very own self. That I am my worst enemy. That I am killing myself.
Because if you take responsibility for yourself and the places you are. If you dare to take responsibility.... If I dare and I do dare. It is not a matter of blaming anyone else. I have jumped that hurdle. It is not a matter of being the victim.
Can we arise? Is it possible to push past innocence through the fire and arise?
When will I learn these places of being. I am choosing to be real. Citizenhood.
How is it defined. Do we define it. What happens to a citizen lost.
Citizen Cane, Citizen came and gone and hopefully to rise again.
Life. I think about its complexities and I won't be afraid to say that I lose it.
Or actually I am afraid to say that precise thing.
I lose myself in this.
This layer. These intersections. This multi-dimensional atmosphere. I ring myself in bells of flute and harp and pum pum drum. Striking myself like a knife. It is blood my dearest. Is it melancholy? Who decides? What is next for me and you and I... I choose to be the fire.... and I choose to be maddening. / So I dive head first into the dust and rock of the earth, past primeval layers and arise like ancient mermaids, reeking of smoke and ash, a lava that burns all clean . sulphur. I won't speak by your rules. I won't make yours mine. I won't make yours mine. I won't die soon. Who am I talking to? Who am I rebelling against. Who is there to push me down. Is it myself? This is the scariest thing. That it is my very own self. That I am my worst enemy. That I am killing myself.
Because if you take responsibility for yourself and the places you are. If you dare to take responsibility.... If I dare and I do dare. It is not a matter of blaming anyone else. I have jumped that hurdle. It is not a matter of being the victim.
Can we arise? Is it possible to push past innocence through the fire and arise?
posted by Citizens of LIFE Brigade at
10:00 AM
2 Comments:
"the only person you ever meet in a relationship is yourself."
--Iyanla Vanzant
In order to push past the fire of innocence some become burned. I don't think that everyone wants to get burned.
But for those who do they are very passionate and loving of the life they live.
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