If you ever
let me go
If you ever
let me go
for your feelings
in extreme burning
proceed with caution
You know that the feeling
Is real when her words alone
Are enough to make your heart
Leap in to the back of your throat
No matter how much he tells himself no
No matter how much he tells himself to relax
No matter what he tells himself
Himself refuses to listen
He climbed that mountain for the thrills
but somewhere he lost his balance
Now he’s slipping
He doesn’t even know what it is
He feels symphonies in his stomach
and suns in his hands
He sees pools of promise in her eyes
that he wants to anchor himself in
Before long, he’s drowning
Process, man. We have to respect the process.
Everything is a process. Continual motion. Constant movement. The thought of things being complete in an instant is dangerous. Nature doesn’t even work that way. Look at mountains and rivers and great canyons. It took thousands of years to create that. It doesn’t happen overnight.
Instant gratification isn’t really gratification. It’s a placeholder for something else. Instant gratification only lasts a little while. It vanishes as quickly as it appears.
Things take work. When you settle down to think about it, everything takes work. We aren’t lazy. We don’t mind doing the work. We just want things done quickly.
But we get upset when we pull the lasagna out of the microwave and the edges are scorching but the middle is freezing. It’s crazy. It’s crazy to think that we will get an oven-cooked result from something that we put in the microwave.
Time. Patience. Dedication. Perseverance. Hope.
Respect the process. Your fruit is sweeter that way.
A lot of you have been supportive of me. I appreciate it. This is a small thing to most but it’s major to me. I ask that you continue to support me and this project. Thank you.
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why should I think
when your mind never
races toward me
If you’ve never heard
Your soul speak
Then it’s probably because
Our spirits speak
That our ears
Will never understand
but I did dream about you
a dream that I can’t describe
hurricanes spiral around us
but we’re in the eye
and your eyes tell
and your eyes scream
and I can tell
that love is all you really want
but you fight it like a woman
being kidnapped by an ocean current
only making it worse than it has to be
swim with it
and let it take you back to shore