Reality and Grace

” Your existence is Nameless. the names you take are structures upon which you hang your images. What you are cannot be uttered, and no letter or alphabet can contain it. Yet now you need words and letters, and names and objects. You want magic that will tell you what you are. ”     - Seth

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If you want to see me, you can see me.

If you choose not to, then I am not here.

I am in your house, I am with you

Always and Never. Both at once.

Believe what caused all of this didn’t happen,

and it’s gone.

Love

Pain.

Joy.

Hurt.

Gone. Just, gone.

Hate is but another form of love. 

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I’ve been thinking about it for a long time

Most times I just put it out of my mind

Sometimes it lingers and I need things to make it go away

Tonight’s different 

Tonight I go into the box

Tonight we find out the truth

Tonight it stops hurting

Tomorrow they’ll knock

Tomorrow they’ll call. 

Tonight the sheets are clean and white.

I hope for comfort

And need a roof

We are all Love

though I feel none from you

here.

now.

I’ll be your rainbow

Your cup

And you won’t care

You barely bring home sustinence

or an essential.

I dream so that my dreams

can become reality.

But I don’t believe

and so

they are only dreams

for another life.

Not mine.

Not yours.

I hope for comfort

and need a roof.

I’ll be your cup. 

I took a picture of you

while you were unaware

I wouldn’t show it to you

not even on a dare

but Oh….

…I might pass it around

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- Meeka In Jail 

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I am holding in my focus

Everything

I am forgetting

Nothing

No Guru can save me

I do not need saving

I have been killed and maimed 

Three Hundred times or more

I am love and light

I am Love and Light

The room is cold

but I am here. 

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PRETTY TOGETHER

As it turns out, he didn’t really love me.

He doesn’t even know me.

I want a real love now.

I want him to love me.

I want him to know me.

I want him to anticipate me

and I want to be able to do that for him.

We were pretty together.

But whatever.

I’m pretty alone now. 

I want laugh a lot together and not worry

about everything all of the time.

I want to feel completely truly like it’s all ok all of the time. 

I want tears to be the small percentage.

I’m going in blind.

- Anonymous  

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“There is something I wanted to tell you

It’s so funny you’ll kill yourself laughing

But than I..

I look around

And I remember

That I am alone

alone

forever more”

- Morrissey

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I’m Floating

That thing, you know.

I can’t feel it.

I can’t feel it.

People think I’m crazy

I’m not crazy

I’m Floating

Don’t you understand?

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You thought it would be forever. 

The “love of your life”.

Everyone said it wouldn’t last.

Everyone was right.

Now, how much older are you?

How much time has passed? 

What have you missed?

What bridges have you burned? 

And your grandmother says ‘oh don’t cry honey, Jesus loves you’.

And you cry.

And you cry.

And you cry.