Don’t Take it Serious
I was offered wisdom
& dropped it like it’s hot
You have to love your life
Cuz it’s the one that you got
You can’t hate the turnip
For being void of blood
Nor hate the heart
For offering love
When I receive it
Im lifted like a dove
As I rise above
The splendor of perspective
Shows me everything
It's a heartfelt hearth
Where beauty sings
Loving awareness I share it
But it feels like rejection
People doubt the beauty's merit
From weaved webs of protection
You can try to spin a way
To make their situation lighter
But the language of love
Is often lost on the spider
But this is real life
We already got gravity
Why let them weigh you down
Fire raises blisters
Like your vibe can raise a frown
So now I trust my inner sun
Justified for no one else
Clunky darkness it can run
Brighten the world for myself
No off season for me
In evolution of my soul
Their dysfunction is no invite
To be stuffed into their mold
Yes we all suffer
I know we're not dumb
But if shits on your plate
Don't eat every crumb
You can find a steak
To claim
Give yourself a break
When you play
This is real life
You’ll pop the ball
If you clench too tight
When giving your all
But how do you play?
Question how it is
Empower new perception
Is it not all a gift
What if we
Open our eyes
So our longing pupils
Can kiss the sky
What if cafes are caverns
Clever soundscapes
Sipping and typing and talking decorate
Maybe my own sadness
Was planted by elves
Seeding heavy riddles
Within me in stealth
A pencil and paper the potent potion
Create the cure when together in motion
Generate gelatinous gestalts like lotion
Of an alchemized distilled emotion
What gifts- hands to do it
And others to hold
Even taking a piss
Brings streams of gold
Can't the mind virus
Become unemployed
Can't our computers for compassion
Calibrate joy
Mines powered to my toes
By the spring in my spine
An engine running on oats
and spinach and limes
And every thirty days
Through a special hatch
The full moon’s beam
Makes my ass more snatched
Plus little demons power my joints
And joints power me…
But what is my point?
I'm making up my limits
Cuz we all fuckin do
Might as well have fun
If we're gonna call it true
This is real life
If i'm a puppet or a puddle
I'd try the same thing
Grip hope instead of hang ups
And let myself swing
Not the stank sponge underneath
I'm the water in the sink
Free flowing fluid
Fitting anywhere
A formless shape fascinated
By the choice to be square
Add some rice on the side
On your mind like a beanie
I like to be frank
Cuz I ain't no weenie
Im a talking fruit cup
A sweet and sour sir
Self-preserving, bright, tangy
Human lemon curd
Never spread thin
Never for another's pallete
I’m all that, chips and fries
Nailing it like a mallet
Little kinks in the surface
Won't change how I sail
Unabashed bowling ball
No bumpers to my rails
Blooming like the flowers
In the garden with the snails
So lemme slow down
Life’s a circus I’m a clown
Circulating silliness
Anytime I’m around
But i'll need time before death
To confront miseries
To chuckle at the answer
To the deepest mystery
For when the mask comes off
The last laughs on me
Best not take it too seriously.
