Like a Thought Process

...half lover, half nightmare...half human, half seed of necessity #ART... I am a half breed,  half shark, half lion I am half day, half night I am the dark side of the moon and the side that brings you our hope I am the half breed, the hybrid - half your friend, too bored to be your foe I am half lover, half nightmare Understand that I am both forgetful and a genius I am a sage, and I have no idea what many things mean I am half one, half none... Half many, half an iota I am the half breed, the hybrid without form, inhabiting the very depths of emptiness I am a half breed, a fully formed incompleteness I am half peace, half raging madness I am one side to a coin, and the flip side to same coin I am a half breed, I cannot, should not be considered fully born I am a half breed, the reason you can say life is a process  because it messes you up before it gives you meaning. I am half human, half seed of necessity I am half bred; chosen by the ones who saw Diony...

#ART ... I'm letting go, of the past, of today coz it really won't last... I'm letting go of the scent that blinded my eyes and almost damaged me, of the dreams...those strawberry dreams, of the 5 days after a giant's independence, of the 185,000 wishes in the shadow of 2.5 million more, of the words of the lioness that tore far deeper than her claws, her teeth, I'm letting go... It still stings how I had to lose Faith at a time when I wasn't strong but most times, all you need is courage - I bought that Faith. I'm letting go, oh I probably should have kept the blueberry...it tasted better. I'm letting go of the fears I had as a child... do they think I do not have? You see, their words, sting but I am a man - build an empire and you won't remember the grudges, you won't need to. They kept calling me names; weak; you see I had a heart condition and they knew and they kept hurling direct insults at that, stubborn, many dared to call me stupid...

...civilization will crash upon itself, a building, advancing and yet, without a structure... Let the truth sit like a king to reign... ME #ART... If it sounds stupid, take a moment to look at those who fall in love, take a moment to wonder what goes through their minds, take a moment yet again, to wonder what they see in each others' eyes, give yourself sometime to think, I mean, what makes more sense that would give them more comfort than a pillow has to offer... If you don't understand the love of God, if your reasoning is bare minimal... Think about a mother's love, think about a child's love for its mother... Do you understand? If you will give it a thought, why do we work, if not for ego and for bread; for status, we would speak words, for status, we would define emptiness... For bread we would break limits, for something to eat we would make friends. Think of it, we tell people we are in a race, a race that defines everything that we are, can be, will...

Touch of Reality - Insomnia ...look at me, I'm hallucinating. Don't gloat, it's genius... #ART... Insomnia, I cannot sleep, I cannot close my eyes because it hurts my head every time I try. Now, open your eyes to why they say only the lazy sleep. I cannot try to sleep, oh, I'm reminding you of what I just said. Insomnia, sleep will not just come. I'm not explaining what it means to you, I'm being matter-of-fact. Look at all these thoughts swimming in my head. Don't look too hard though, your eyes might hurt and you end up seeing nothing. You know that thing about things we just cannot wrap our heads around, those things beyond our understanding? Insomnia, look at me, I'm hallucinating. Don't gloat, it's genius. See, my mind never stops working. I know, I know, that's just how God designed THE MIND. My mind, you see, is a wall and on it, are ideas, thoughts etched, printed, created. They don't allow me sleep, they do not allo...

#ART... I remember how I grew up, always knowing the truth, having access to it, always too shy to admit it, always too timid to believe I understood it. Christianity was always in my neighbourhood - my unlimited access to the truth but I chose God because He found me, not because He was preached to me, or because I had no choice.  I chose God because I understood Him, because I understood Christianity - that it was a way of life, of giving relentlessly, of forgiving tirelessly, of not just being holy but of being able to understand that it is not a want and neither a need, that it is a fire that should keep burning... A truth that should always be fueled.  I didn't need somebody always groaning down my soul that I would be condemned to a lake of fire if I sinned... I knew. Because It made sense.  My mother never let me go scot-free whenever I erred. I broke down a lot when I went wrong, my heart on some nights would refuse to beat soundly, my brain would practically giv...

Me and I - Retribution ...Apologies are in place.  Every man is above mistakes, errors are bound to come... Heed the voice of caution... #ART... And I reached the edge of wisdom and found nothing except my foolishness.  It's not enough to be lucky, count it an opportunity to be blessed, an opportunity... Nothing else... I thought I was living, yet everyday I looked at the mirror and saw a ghost. I thought I could run past my fears but what is running without strength?  My fear was the very thing driving me. I was scared, scared of being left behind, scared of living in penury, scared of demons I didn't even believe in, scared of being called small, scared of the fact that I was always scared.  Look where I stand today... I wanted, was always wanting, oh how it killed me slowly...  How it ate deep and deep till there was nothing left within the walls of my heart to even feel the pain of emptiness.  I hurt friends, I hurt family, I hurt strangers, I hurt peo...

#ART... Caution thrown to the wind. Happiness bought. Remember when I told you about the ghost?  They say vampires run fast, I attempted to run with one, not sure though, if I wanted to catch up or if I wanted to run with... Oh the child, and the child in me Everytime I attempted to do something that should have given me inner peace, I found happiness. There's a bridge that separates joy from happiness right?  I exercised caution, built it up because I needed to be responsible.  Then I threw it away, I don't know if the wind caught it. I don't always believe in mistakes; those things have to matter before they are considered imperfect, true?  I remember nothing of my childhood, it never really existed, can I call it short term memory?  I spoke of chains on a grave, I know why...  Trust me when I tell you life is fair; karma now becomes something of an immortal, a god.  You should believe things you cannot see and trust,  those things whose exist...