Poetry is not dead.. she stands firm ❤
Sooo I’m back to posting again. I’ve actually been away posting on Instagram but I have decided to come home 😊 or really, share accommodation.
I’ve decided WP is a place where I can post my ramblings but also write a bit about the ideas behind them.
I named the above ‘unsub’. I saw a post by a very creative individual which expressed the freedom to believe in God without being following a specific religion and I got to thinking..
Who’s to say that your independent deiety is any less than another?
Your beliefs are yours, your faith is yours, your spirituality is yours.
It’s the same with anything really.
I don’t subscribe to their solicitation.
I don’t subscribe to their religion.
I don’t subscribe to their ideology.
I pay my respects.
I pay my dues.
I pay attention.
My Prophet is not theirs to tax.
Consider me unsubscribed.
They can’t gentrify my savage.
They will never appropriate my Soul
She gave me her heart and everything below it..
Above all, her mind..
..she kept for herself.
That’s why I love her.
She asked me if she should put the word out, now that I was coming home..
.. I don’t know why.
She knows my prose is addictive..
She knows I spit fire.
She knows my questions burn and will never be extinguished.
I’m never coming home.
“…part of me was happy that you were beginning to see the truth.
Part of me longed for the sweet ignorance that made you the way you are…
…the part that swore to shield you from the depravity of society“
My soul is captured in her stare.
Hands crippled by my craft; I am no longer a craftsman..
No longer a man of my word but I still speak with the depth and darkness of oceans.
A false Prophet.
A fools profit.
But She is far from naive and has nothing to lose.
Now she just stares and although I can no longer charm her with my craft,
My soul is captured in her stare..
..and when she closes her eyes, I’m hers.
I am not a Product of Society.
To say, think, or be told that I am means that I can:
I am a Problem.
I am a Solution.
I am an Outcome..
If the actions of One Soul in today’s society can equate to a frenzy of anger and condemnation,
The actions of Tens of Thousands Souls throughout history means that we are already in a living Hell.
Judgement Day has been and gone.
Our final minutes are a lifetime of this.