|beat up by life? K by K|
Let life just beat you up the way it does. When a flower stretches up out of the soil, it’s growth lends itself to danger. When you were just a seed and just a bud germinating underground, in your mommas belly, you were pretty safe. Once you grow up you’re liable to get stepped on, mowed down, picked, torn asunder. People kill beautiful things pretty well. We put them in vases, we crush them behind glass.
This culture this world is suffering an overabundance and equally lacking. I cannot tell you why because it’s too much to hold! Are you like me and one cheerio shy of an oh my god what the fukk is going on? The asphalt just imprisoned my garden. Our secrets will never be safe.
Lemme go deeper. Into those places where you feel you make sense. Spend more time with friends, more time creating, add a little family and kittens to the mix. The strongest connection oughta be the one you have with yourself, your spirit, and whatever releases you from your ego, humbles you, makes you small enough to relax into the systemic. Some call it god and i don’t mind either. We all need somewhere to extend our child.
Stay your beautiful self
Don’t let them kill you
Then let them…
Die another day. The sensation of coffee down your gullet. Wear yourself out with your kids, your work, your monotonous chores. Go off to social sunsets and live to see another day.
The sunrise will feel better if your aching into it, arthritis summons compassion for self. Asthma summons compassion for yourself. Panic Attacks leave you hugging yourself. Fevers bring your attention to your self. Heart attacks make you focus on caring for your heart. Strokes make you remember how to learn. Cancer makes you grateful. HIV gets you pushing for your dreams to come true. Depression makes you stronger. Anxiety gets you to relax.
I will hold your spirit over here. Carefully.
Will you hold mine? You don’t have to. I can just hold yours.
Expect nothing outta anyone
Expect greatness out of everyone
and yourself. You star
Accept yourself. Love yourself. Grow up and
Show people your colors. They will grab you.
They will not believe you. They will argue and you will suffer them, too.
They will suffer you.
Open up to whatever you’re out there doing.
And let them take you
When I wasn’t busy fighting for your attention, I was championing my own, to exist in space undisturbed by visual and audio cues. Social media was some hallucination. You could call it a hallucination inside of a hallucination. Any moment one could lose one’s body and have to shop around for another one. Humans are like flowers and get erect in the sun. Out of bed. You cannot always see the roots. Black flowers like skin color get the shaft. White flowers went to weddings and funerals. Baby’s breath was a delicacy, trembling in a fragile atmosphere. Fertilizer might help like steroids and hormones and minerals and daily chewable gummy vitamins. But sun and water usually did the trick by themselves. Only for a while, though, cause ultimately we all got mowed down or strangled by some or other weed. But hey. No worries. We will rise up again. Hopefully our passwords will still be saved so we can access all our friends.
Her spirit survived her
and spoke to the ones she loved
this orange flower
was all green all
just another bud
all night long
waiting on the sun
cold and frozen like
she forgot about her
true self her real
what 4 waiting
we might have forgotten her, too
and the sun, too
her heart her
sun kissed orange
to the world