Hey, You. Out there in your head, Getting lonely in your stead. Can you hear me? Hey, you. Against the quiet room, Writing stories as you brood. Can you fell me? Hey, You! Get out of your Head and take Flight! The fire within… It’s yours to ignite. ~S.O.F.
The stillness of her soul follows me, brings with it a newfound religion.
I’m from the father who poured his soul in the plaster
and pulverized his bones into the concrete of the steps and dripped his sweat and tears into every soup, every mixed drink, every daily special on his menu. Until he had become one with it. And would be forever lost without it.
You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.
Me has seducido
con Tus palabras salvajes
Y encendiste mi alma
con una locura insaciable.
The will to endure will triumph
over the will to conflict.
If you need propane, to light the fire,
conserve the desire, express without tire,
embrace the ire, but honor the supplier,
and feed when desired.
Que derrite mis prejuicios
Y abandona sus deseos entre las huellas
Que dejaste cuando te fuiste.
Dig down into the rabbit hole until you reach a prejudice.
Mind the message for it is just a masquerade. Channel the child as you lift off the veil.
Are you in tune with him yet?
Does she yell for your breakthrough?
Listen…LISTEN, for the voice is faint, but clear.