A dangerous man.
I kept myself shuttered away.
You couldn’t pry this thing from my cold, dead hands.
It was never that hard for me.
I was never like Arjuna.
Sure, I had fallen many times. But never for people.
No, I’ve been behind enemy lines all my life.
Well, you were never really my master, were you?
But you were, by proxy.
I have to admit I almost feel gaslit.
You already got my message. If you read it, you already know I didn’t understand.
Or maybe I did, but wanted certainty.
Location: Phuket, Thailand
Sub: Anger
Alternative title: Easy, Tiger
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Words, oh words, will you suffice?
Sometimes you suffice. This is true.
Well, let the fingers do the talking.
I got some thoughts about anger. I got some thoughts about hypocrisy, and violence, and ego.
In the Jungle now. Sorta. You know I wouldn’t go that far. I’m not that crazy.
But I’m crazy enough to desire the darkest nights, the loudest rains, to wake in the AM in witness of gutters broken and trenches freshly carved.
dim it all the way down so i can’t see myself
can’t see over my shoulder, nothing to whine about
nothing to, tell you to shut up about
no complaints, nothing to paint
over the cracks, white wash
scrub off all the past, wouldn’t even know it
didn’t even know it
all i write is trash
i just wanna make sense of something
just wanna communicate to you
that im alive
that i feel
that i care and that i don’t
that you can figure it all out and it don’t mean a thing
who cares if one is suffering?
It’s about independence. It’s about sovereignty. It’s about ruthlessness. It’s about peace. It’s about suffering. It’s about truth. It’s about lies. It’s about, I don’t need you to know what it’s about. It’s about–none of this. I don’t–do you know what it’s about?
I have forged myself in hell and I’m not afraid to say it.
Did it have to be this way?
Of course not.
I’m just telling you like it is.
Wipe the blood from your nose Youngblood.
I already told you.
A being comes to another and asks, “How to be?”
A being laughs and groans.
If a being asks how to be, is he not ignorant of his own being?
He has likely discarded his own being long ago.
Swab the decks men, swab the decks. I’ve got the galley fully loaded and headed for outer haven. I’ve got my eyes toward the sky and beyond. My telescope turned into kaleidoscope. And that day in my tomb and I couldn’t see?
See I’m all these things and so are you,
Roguish saint and an angel, blue-eyed too
Learned from the mercs and bad guys too
Never bad to seek the truth even if you get lost too
Witch doctor, crypt stalker, tomb raider (see you later)
Ancient pyramids, ancient truths,
Tiny little diamonds plucked out the bottom of their tooth
Where am I at?