I’m not really tired but they say a rest is as good as a change so, I’m off upstairs where the stars might anoint my eyes with a billion kisses that hopefully sew my eyes shut and send me happy dreams I’m rolling over into tomorrow when I might get some relief
I made a deal with god
at least, I think it was god
it was dark and he didn’t
speak but I’m holding him to it or I’ll cancel my subscription my demands were quite reasonable I need a little peace I’m working on my memoir the diary of a thief in part a work of fiction it outlines my beliefs
I’m not a holy roller
I don’t really believe in god
I don’t believe in little green men or anything supernatural but it’s part of my naïve charm to believe preposterous things I
believe that words are magical that
music is sacred that facts are often
fictions and fictions are as powerful
as facts I believe that love is the
only agency that can save humanity
I can love for no real reason without knowing why or when
or where or if it is
proper or even appropriate I could open up as
an ever blossoming flower to love in my imagination or with my flesh and bone the universe conspires to bring me love for
there is madness in love that’s why madmen
make the best lovers
you have to love the sinner
even if you hate the sin I
have previous convictions I have loved
too much and I have loved too
little I paid my debt to society my heart’s been broken I bled out for a bit but I learned to love my enemies and I’m prepared to loathe my friends love
can turn you inside out there’s no room for caution with love I’m
ready to let it kill me because everyone
will take a piece but some are worth
the pain
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