You know when I met you, I thought I met you, but I guess you, I guess you hadn’t yet met you, and once more I was left a mess because my ego couldn’t rest, and that you, that I thought that I knew, was nothing new, nothing more than a projection, my own machination.
This part redacted for family friendly audiences aka bleep me and definitely bleep my imagination when it comes to ego based creation.
It’s not that words can’t dance like hearts, were they only free, problem is the mind’s convoluted, and in hindsight, it’s apparently just me, that felt the Love that we shared deep within the moment, and now I’m alone in seeing what I saw, feeling what I feel, see
Set pen to paper, let these fingers dance upon them keys cause I never knew freedom with you, the only freedom I know, is the freedom,
So what can I be, than anything less than me? And anything more, that’s just not meant to be. Now, Let me sing a song or write a verse or two, while you out there grazing, I’m Here & Now gazing, no disrespect, you, this Path is just meant for me. And, I free you to do you.
So why then, don’t you just let me be?
Enter stage left, The Ego creeps in and is about to get me wrecked. I’m terrified, I’ve never shied from challenges, and yet,
this one is daunting, the past is over, but why is it so haunting, stop your bleeping shouting, oh great, now you’re pouting, take a drink, then a hit, next morning, my head’s pounding, been sober ever since, but still, here’s my heart, and it’s throbbing.
You see, I sought to make peace, in order to release, yet the anger, it’s a beast, the hurt, it is what it is, but THE ANGER, what a bleep bleep bleeping beast.
And beneath the anger, a beautiful Inner Child cries, in tears, yearning to be set free. If I can put just anger down to give myself a hug, than at last, at last, at last, I might, just might, be able to breathe.
When at last, I might be free. Then all these years after years, pages upon pages, the musings I’ve had, coupled with reflections of the sages, deconstructing the mystic work of mages, to finally realize, the joke’s on me, cause we live in the ages, where all that’s sacred
But what’s famous with the rest, kids?
What’s famous without the lamest?
What’s the rage without our cages?
Plato’s ankle bracelets from the cave posted to the ‘Gram, kids,
check your pocket, purses, wrists and now wa-tch, this.
As I part the veil, never one to sell short, never one to tell the Truth that it’s a lie, the Sun is shining brightly, the weather’s pretty fly. I might not be rocking Jay’s, but these NMDs give me a Boost and if I’m branding it’s cause the fight on, the fight is on, THE FIGHT IS ON.
And I showed up here for spiritual battle, not yesterday, not tomorrow, but Here & Now, so that as a collective, we might rise above Soul’s Darkest Night.
You see we each occupy an energy that becomes manifest. And when I saw a real shadow for the first time that led me out the cave, then I finally caught a glimpse of the Sun just rise up past the veil, I took them old projections, gave it a pat on the back and said, oh well Pulling in all my resources, so that, so that, so that the storm of consciousness could finally rest.
Told the Ego take a knee as I bowed my head and prayed and said thanks for the test, thanks for those blessings, cause nothing’s guaranteed, and then, one day, I got up and out of my way.
So you, you, you, her, him, and that one over there too, if there’s one thing you take away from me tonight, let it be this:
The only scrap that matters is the one that’s for your Soul. Put down your phone for a second, let your eyes adjust to know. Listen up for for Love’s sermons as they permeate the air, open your ears, listen close and you’ll find Love near always, for every time the wind brushes aside your hair, the waves crash, the sun rises and sets, it’s all messages just messages in the ether so be aware.
Look at me, I ain’t that young but I’m not that old either. Yet I spoke, did you listen? If you did, I guarantee there’s something opening, guess what, that’s your Soul, ready to glisten.
So what if the famous are Sacred and the media says this, that, whatever. All that matters is the moment, and that’s what’s pretty clever.
Freedom is the only thing I’ve felt. Freedom is the only thing I’ve sought. Freedom is the only thing worth being free
Because without that, Love, what’s good with being?
Because without that, Love, what world are we seeing?
Because without that, Love, what messages are we hearing?
Because without that, Love, are we really, believing?
This cycle can go on, and on, and on, for only so long, before this Flesh gone, so Light up before it’s too long, Light up before it’s too long, Light up before the Soul moves
And my time is up.