They come at me like,
“Oh you know how it’s like for them!”
“You mean how it’s like for us?”
They forget just cuz you put me in a separate category,
You, being divisive, compartmentalizing struggle,
And saying, “cuz we all struggle in life,
But I yell BS
Slap the cards down,
Let’s all show our cards,
But you separate,
Cuz you’re scared that if we compare notes,
We’d know what you’ve been doing to us this whole time?
You’re fallacy is presuming we aren’t all more intelligent
Than the ghettos you create.
Hood to hood?
But only you’re the ones wearing hoods
Disguised in euphemisms,
That only create division,
Cuz how do you keep you’re lies
If everyone speak the same language,
I’ve been thinking a lot of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave recently.
Imagine prisoners tide up side by side in darkness placed in front of a blank stone wall. The prisoners can turn their heads nor move so that they can’t see one another. Behind them there is a fire and the captors have people walking in front of the fire with puppets so that it casts a shadow upon the wall the prisoners stare at. Any sounds and talk, these prisoners believe come from the shadows in the wall. This is the reality they live in and they have no knowledge of people or the captors behind them.
One day they are set free and have to crawl through a narrow tunnel to an opening into the outer world. When first reaching the outside they see the light of the sun and it’s blaring and painful because they’ve only known darkness their whole life. It hurts their eyes and burn their skin, so they retreat back into the comfort of their darkness into the only reality they’ve known their whole life, not understanding it’s been an illusion.
However a few realize there is something more outside and decide to go back into the light. Over time their eyes adjust and the sun feels good. They realize in that moment that the shadows they thought were real were only replications of what is real under the sun while some stay in the darkness, those who go outside can finally live free.
What I believe is the reality can hurt when you live in the comfort of illusion for so long, but eventually the light of reality is the only way to live a life beautiful and free.
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Little Clary asks, “what does the word God mean?”
And I think, “hmmm well he’s the word of creation, the one who created everything.”
“But he’s not real right,” questions, “because I can’t see him?”
“Well he means to have faith. You can’t see God because it takes faith, like love, you can’t see love but you feel love right?”
“Why did God make you so warm? I can’t see you warm but I can feel you warm.”
And he speaks poetry to me in every word he says.
“Yes baby, it’s like feeling warm.”
She fell from the sky
Sipped from the fountain
Abandoned her lyre,
Severed wings and sold crown
Signed over the deed
To her soul and marked wild.
Crawled on the ground
And walked through the fire,
To this earth, all the while,
Buying her time
To be found by desire
A lover she could admire.
Time goes as we move in the flow,
And even with eyes open wide,
My mouth drops low,
When I see how he grows,
Body, mind, heart, and soul,
Like a rollercoaster ride,
Climbing up slow,
And sliding down as if we are flying
With my stomach a flutter
And my head high,
As he asks why?
Why do the stars shine,
And gray clouds cry?
Why are my eyes bright,
Why does the sun light up the sky,
And why do I love you
And it makes me smile why?
Life is precious.
Regardless of where you are,
In this moment, you are you,
Beautiful just as you are!
It’s as if you walked out of the pages from my diary when I was twelve. It was my sacred diary with a castle on the cover and a cheap metallic painted lock with tiny key that held my deepest secrets. I had an untainted ideal of love and who my soulmate would be.
After years of convincing myself that man was a silly fantasy, here you stand.
Now and then I wish there wasn’t a hint of a stain.
It would make falling in love simple,
But a piece of me is at peace with everything because that slight makes me believe this life is real.
Life is real
Life is real
Life is real.
And that’s magnificent!
Pristine city streets
In morning dew
Undisturbed from the trampling
Of hustling shoes.
Except for two pairs of footprints
Paced side by side
Making their marks in this place
At the still of dawn.