Be so serious.
A human being, on earth, perfect?
Perfect, and orderly, and acceptable,and perfect???
Dumb shit.
WRONGGGGG ...
FAR FROM IT!!
Cause it's like...
She's an ocean tide bitch, she gets high, she gets low, as a tide would,
and YOU, WE, SHE, HE , THEM, will deal with it.
She's an ocean tide
bitch, calm as an old motherfucker who thinks everybody talks too much and angry as a betrayed human being.
She's an ocean tide bitch, she comes and that bitch will surely go, she's not forever bitch but you best understand, she's always.
She's an ocean tide bitch, oblivious to her beauty and yet extremely aware of her depth.
She's an ocean...the actual ocean...pretty sensitive....she adjusts to the feel of your feet all in a feat to adjust.
She flows in waves.
It makes no sense.
She is the ocean.
Emotional and powerful and full of depth. IMAGINEEEEEE!!
Bitch, like?
70% water, meaning; 70% malleable... switching frames and shifting weights to fit in to whatever... but not accepting of whomever or however...you, it, they, might, ... capsize.
Drowning is when and where you decide to sink or swim.
What's it going to be?
...
(When the job/ thing/ person/ place / time / task/ circumstance/ encounter /nigga /nigglet / fucking era of existence / ... gets to you.)
It's not a search for answers any more than it is an expression of individual, objective, subjective yet justifiable truths and questions.
....
Poetry is stupid until it saves your life.
It makes no sense bitch, but I have the memory of an ocean; real in every encounter, intense in every experience and honest in each expression.
However, in the currently, presently, curated world, honest expression is deemed stupid therefore it must be extremely important, INVALUABLE.
That's why the ocean is so polluted.
In short, I miss communing with the ocean. She's interesting.
The rain is pouring now. Maybe if we're gentle on her, she'll be gentle on us... or not...It's no telling.
Anywho, anyhow, anywhere, transactions in the currency of emotion is the only way we transmute...
Do our lines sway the currents?
