wanted me to be the death of him

you have a phrenetic mind usage,

to express your emotional displacement.

what your soul knows, 

can't be predicated into temporality, 

with retention destroying its original basis 

of self-authorship.

you want primal, 

as validation of being,

but ego invites the torture of your soul,

to be the load stone that speaks your inner truth.

yet, there is no retention to truth,

since it is only alive in its passing.

what you want from mankind

is a transcendence, 

that is emotionally rewarding.

but mindfulness will steal it, 

by awareness and subsequent retention. 

the two tortures of your being: 

1. a mindful facility that wants graze and nourishment

and 2. an ego position that wants to self-audience it all.

self-consciousness is just the jumpsuit apparel.

intuition is contentious with your mindfulness,

as they battle unexposed to each other.

what they have, as common ground,

is inspiration without any need for a callout.

but mind overrides and intuition then has needs

for a deeper more penetrative focus,

to go where mind has no authorship, 

as its bias or basis.

primal has no beauty to share.

primal is without observation, 

as if beauty only portrays.

primal has an energetic language, 

that does not reduce into words or comprehension.

you would gladly lay down your disclaimers,

if your soul had tears of joy,

if intuition channeled your existence,

if your mind was respectful of its usage,

beyond the torture of your conditioning in this life.

your thinks rot with your foregone approval,

not is dismay, 

but to get past its stance of apparent relevance.

oneness is an underground fire within you.

but yelling "fire fire" is a false front, 

in lip-service to an ego, 

yours, that overhears it

and knows there is a truth, 

somewhere back there.

it's not your job to signal others, 

by sounding off.

move mountains by your presence from within.

you are a rock in a hard place of mindfulness.

so when does focus become the isness of action?

when is transcendence, the life of your zest?

you be the artist of radiance as solutional.

you can't expect the world to kiss your white cane,

just because your blindness is heroic.

in your presence, 

deep down manifest, you see.

otherwise dualism is a two-faced complaint,

that you live to exemplify, 

as your triumph of failure.

and contradictions, conundrums, and paradoxes 

are an appropriate wardrobe of yours in waiting,

as you cross this stage of personal existence.

any self recognition you have, 

is baggage, claimed to be needed,

until you beg someone to steal it all.

when will you be 'the death of you',

is a timeless question, 

for you to be asking.

but minds are resourceful enough to try.

this reality applauds you, 

with karma to explore,

with a facile mind 

and ego-bound to cross-purpose, 

your very emotionally ladened soul.

leave these words in the dust of you

and care for yourself, 

from a deeper way . . .

(and you wanted me

to be the death of you!)