As If By Resurrection

And…. Here they come. No matter how hard I try to get rid of these… past memories. Winkles in the fabric of… Silky time and space Earth and a place of… You know what I mean? My mother told me I got to choose. My arrival? Who is she kidding? I don’t remember getting to vote that young. The twos were interesting enough. Where did my daddy go? I mean everything that I say Not everything that I write. So here IAM M'AAM! She did the best she could. And she did NOT have it ALL. Information. Education. Society. No Real Guidance. Guiltless society. It caused all of her. So? What if I caused it? I can stop the cycle anytime I want. Right? Okay, awesome. Bible says no Bragging. REALLY? LOL There goes my RESUME! No children? I have plenty of proof. God didn’t tell me to be like anyone other than me. And eventually I would figure it out 50 laps later. Guilty, guilty, guilty. Sin, sin, sin. Broken record. Broken record. Broken record. Neither here Nor there What a roller coaster of a dream. Such is reality. Sometimes. At least for me. I have ALL. I have ALL the rules. I make all the rules for me. And everyone else. I love breaking my rules. Sometimes. And I follow no one. American Idol me not. Why should I? If my mother is correct I have been ruling this Universe I witness and experience. From the moment I was conceived. A love hate relationship. Innocently powerful. Granted to me by my mother. By the man who was my father. Funny. I look like my brother. Yet. Never really exploited. Imagine being the afforded one? Sans any guilt for being a human doing, just like everyone else. Being? LOL, that’s for the birds. We kill their free will. Pretending that only we can see. Who is bigger? As long as I know where I come from I don’t have to go looking for love. And knowing anything at all just makes me arrogant. That makes me... ... you.