My cousin blows my mind so beautifully. OhymysweetsweetLordAlmightyandEveRYboDYeLseToO. We all learn how to deal with our own suffering But I dont know if accepting that is enough for me What if I could turn it into a masterpiece See the painful things as something other than catastrophe Would the creator of the balance be mad at me? For unbalancing what he calculated so carefully Would it rather I send up my wishes for peace prayerfully Or would it be good if I should realize Im the only one really there for me. So then the power in my being would be igniting The spark I need to light up my own world and crush the mighty Ego trip that threatens to crush me constantly Ah yes sweet success sounds like the hypocritical mockery Of all else besides me Because what I am and am like is enough for me. My existence needs no buffering. Perfection is all I can see. And all else fails to meet my standards ironically. Biggotism my religion I follow spiritually, The yang to my yin of understanding and acceptance of everything. Because I do and I am, that is me The understander of all and promoter of peace. Sweet savior of emotional casualties. Fixer of the broken, at least I want to be. But maybe I am just a high hoping wanna-be. My only real problem in that I have to try and figure out everything. Focus on finding the wrong in the masterpiece. I mistook the answer for the question, anomaly. My mistake I became what I set out to be... We all do. Thats the genius of the catastrophe. Forever fixing, when Nothing is really the matter with me.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 22:54:53 +0000
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