How does one monetize an emotion?
Trading raw truths in a marketplace of feelings,
Where every vulnerability wears a price tag,
Every confession a coin.
I lay bare my joy’s
The laughter that dances like sunlight,
And the sorrows, dark as night,
Offering them up as wares crafted from my soul.
......
In a smoky room, where the shadows play,
You’re searching for direction, lost along the way.
The devil grins, whispering sweet lies,
Promising glory wrapped in disguise.
Who's gonna save your soul tonight?
The preacher with his holy light?
The politician with his silver tongue?
Or the celebrity, forever young?
Is it the singer with a heart full of pain?
......
I long for a different version of myself.
A me who hasn’t made a mistake,
A me who was a better friend, a better child.
I long for a me who is social,
A me without flaw,
A me without a bad experience
11/20/23
Let Go of Your Fear
Allow yourself to drop the armor that surrounds you...
Allow yourself to go deep inside to your core...
Let go of your fear...
No one can cause you harm unless you allow them to do so...
You are truly in control of your own life if you simply allow your Higher Power to give you direction...
......
Nostrils wake my water child
salted taste of ocean breeze.
Primordial breath
bays a briny bawl
happy home is here.
Waters capped in white by wind
push against tide.
Waves perish in sand.
Memories paint the shore
......
In a smoky room, where the shadows play,
You’re searching for direction, lost along the way.
The devil grins, whispering sweet lies,
Promising glory wrapped in disguise.
Who's gonna save your soul tonight?
The preacher with his holy light?
The politician with his silver tongue?
Or the celebrity, forever young?
Is it the singer with a heart full of pain?
......
How does one monetize an emotion?
Trading raw truths in a marketplace of feelings,
Where every vulnerability wears a price tag,
Every confession a coin.
I lay bare my joy’s
The laughter that dances like sunlight,
And the sorrows, dark as night,
Offering them up as wares crafted from my soul.
......
Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
A bitter youth boards a yellow bus
Impatient, petulant child, hardened by hurt
Each rule a challenge... accepted... defeated
Malicious moves, drawing blood first
School ends... lessons continue
Building character, life and family
Settled into (or for) what is (or was) in front of him
Same stuff different day (life is what you make it)
......
Nostrils wake my water child
salted taste of ocean breeze.
Primordial breath
bays a briny bawl
happy home is here.
Waters capped in white by wind
push against tide.
Waves perish in sand.
Memories paint the shore
......