I Seen A Man

[I did not write this...but it was part of an LXD (check it out on Hulu) episode and I absolutely fell in love with it so I wrote it down and decided to post it]

I seen a man.

I seen a man

With the crack of lightning in his feet.

I seen a man who feels the soul through his soles.

But his mind is not laced tightly.

His spirit is twisted

Anchored to will of his surroundings.

I seen a man

And he has a gift.

But beware.

His heart may be callas

And his will heals at nothing

I seen a man

With allusionary razor blades cutting further into his attention span

Unaware of the passing years he has yet to catch up to.

Now he marches into mediocrity with the capacity to be great.

Only his dreams separate him now.

Thoughts that fill the air

Until split ends confuses him of his incite.

I seen a man

Who will rule with the fourth wall clouds his thoughts from his every day persistence.

Required words trying to find one another explore every paths existence.

The existential experiential surrealistic unbalanced potential wakes him up at night

Subconsciously aware of the thoughts that fill the air.

As death falls upon deaf ears,

The color of light turns.

Blind eyes become the seer of light beyond the sight of mortal fear.

I seen a man.

I seen a man.

- LXD (unknown as of yet)

Breath From Within

let your soul breath. four simple words. one simple truth.

we are all so busy trying to figure life out, to figure out our purpose, to figure out how to survive in a world that is constantly depleting our lust for life, that we forget what it's actually all about. we are endlessly turning over rocks instead of standing on them to get a better view. we are always trying to get more when we don't even spend the time to appreciate what we have. we are driven...but in the wrong direction. we are always looking outward for the answers when every answer we ever need is in ourselves. in our heart. and in our soul. but we are so busy caging up those answers because we are afraid of them and we don't believe they exist in our cockfight reality.

but they do.

when is the last time you stood alone with nature and listened to peace resting in the breeze? when is the last time you took a second to stare at the intricacies of a flower as it bloomed in the sunshine? when is the last time you just spent a moment with yourself without worrying about anyone or anything else?

your soul is that flower yearning to bask in the suns gentle rays. it is that peace pining to rest its weary self in the wind. it is the part of you that exists beyond this world. you just have to trust it. trust yourself. and let. your soul. breath.

New Ink

The step sis and I got matching tats. Well...she was a poon and got it on her arm but they are the same thing. Shel is the man and the giving tree has always been one of those books that speaks to you no matter your age.