When Men Love You So Much?
What a clear mind allows is an evaluation on hearing of the justifications
They are still twisted and irrational, but free of delusion they don’t make sense
they do not appear not harmless and the future always unknown is mine to
decide my hand in and what my body has to say about all this intellectual quackary
Deaths of brilliant people are always want to shake our heads
where was their intellect, their expertise in helping them survive?
It was drowned in a sea of regret, resentment, fear and self loathing
and only a plethora of emoting can bring your head to rest on my lap
in the safety of health, inspiration, quiet and satisfactory peels of laughter
We are not going to quibble about people that run their lives into a ditch
who are so inebriated that their goals are the next fix, the next grandiose scheme
Is dis-ease a malady? Absolutely! Is the inability to control and predict outcomes
a crisis. Every single time. Is there a solution? Read Letters to Dionysus. Yes indeedy.
Ignore the warrior look, that bullshit reminds me of a skank o’ poetess
The aim in the story of my life is to plant the bullseye on priorities
Education, Spirituality, Friendship, Service, Creativity, Humor, Love
There is no happily ever after, no protagonist struggle, just today
my very best attempt to be bold and friendly and to change for the better