I need to be in love with the Rosetta
stone of other beings. The big picture of
life is ever expansively my ride to bring
into frame where focus drives
me. In my world, origins
are ever revealing. I make judgments as
emotional stances that have no valid
life as posing statues of me. Visionary is my art
ever unfolding, ever in service to a
greater cause then stated. I am a poker player
with exceptional mirrors in the ethers around
the table of play. I don’t care for the
cards themselves but I attend to
their motion, where and how they
were held, and how they are
reflected back into other players’
faces. I can take the pulse
of another at thirty paces through their voice. I have binoculars
attuned to the tones of
their say. I see through
billboards of projections and make no effort
to do so. I am forever in need
of primal rudder-ship forever unfolding
yet undisclosed. Bleacher seats
facing me, occupied or not, are distracting. Ordering from the
menu of life only provides more
questions then it answers. I would love to know
how to write the truth but I have a need for organization functioning as an
impediment that gets in my way. I use my mind as
handrails for emotional challenges to fresh paint from my soul. I have delve and
detachment work hand in hand. I wish for my
sexuality not to be triggered but to be free spirited as in forthcoming. For
sensuality/sexuality is a truth telling of necessity in my
nature and of my being. For in my mind, I
have hammers, chisels, saws, knives, clamps, glues and lacquers. But in my heart, I
have visioning, deep breathing, evocative touch, primal as liquids that matter,
empathic embraces I cannot mentally justify. I am soma to world
forthcoming but not fully
evident to me yet. I cannot go away
from a worldview but it is not
haunting yet still inviting. Simplicity is a
feeling state I often experience as chaos comforts me with authenticity. That which draws me,
essentially drives me. I assume the
composition of awareness that others often do
not have. I feel I have a
mind-right to know and wish it did not
lead me to self-distractions. Ruckus in the mind
is my false livelihood, for as long as I
gross out on the world, I have this motor
running. My goal is to
atrophy understanding and communication of the mind for presence and
conveyance of the heart and not have left
anything untouched or disregarded.
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