Get Back To The Proper Process Time. Poetry + Art.

Need that time to unwind, to find, the inner workings of mine own life. In the end for this new beginning it's the victory of the species over the individual. I play my part. Jump start the heart. Finding the hyper fun fondness of total expression. The satisfying feeling of release. Composing new sounds with composure. Inventing new words. Making dynamical ways of thinking.

Through the distraction and bluster I gather everything I can muster. A wealth of stories of experience, worth so much 'cause I really lived it, don't need to fake it to make it. Nothing left huh!? except to give it...away. So many can run away and hide, too much, felt like no one on their side. I needed to side with pride, even when there was times when no one was by my side. I was educated by the school of hard knocks, it can hurt yet showed me how to rock!

No one helping to fight for my life so I must get it all prime and become primed! Even if it took so much time to just survive, the goal is to thrive, not much longer living in the dive. For I chime all that inspiration from stress, strain, and real pain. 'Cause the real pain doesn't hurt you, only makes you stronger. I'm a longing loner, not a lingering non winner. Now for show time for all I've got. Lonely at the top. No shame, only felt exasperation in not being able to articulate or explain, or no one there to receive the message to hear it so I can stay sane and make the world sane again. Now I decipher it, not for you but for me. Figure myself out, my history, what I'm really trying to say. Be free.