I’m over the “I do nothing wrong” people
I’m over the “when I hurt you sit there and take it but don’t you dare do it to me”
Life is precious but some people just suck the life out of me
I gave the wrong ones a chance to be around me
So many of y’all coming into my life was everything but God’s doing
I was so patient with some that just took my loyalty as weakness
I gave you my all and in return you flaunted other women in my face
Then when I did it back you looked at me with disgrace
You got mad because I called out your shady ways
You blocked me because I wouldn’t be your little slave
I didn’t know being in love meant taking everything and being a doormat
I’m tired of the one sidedness
The “take my crap and smile through it”
I can’t stand you for hurting me when I was genuine with you
All I wanted was love and you want someone to control
I’m over it
I’m drained and so done with this
I want to be away from you
I know I can do better than you
So much depends on waiting,
the cock crow,
dissipating long nights,
before rain starts,
desecrating one-sidedness,
and,
getting it right,
working like-mindedness,
engrafting a woman in a man
So much depends on paintings,
healing minds,
moving on,
collating a self-informing vocabulary,
defining emblems,
and,
winning wars through words,
pondering a new beginning,
changing the face of a loved one
Agate skies filled with cloud-swirls;
twisting, turning rivers of music dance above.
Below angry magma bubbles up a sea of madness.
Its chaotic belching disrupts all life.
Earth is full of dragons, all colors, shapes and sizes.
Slaying dragons is a waste when no one realizes
what they've done.
Perhaps we need those dragons more than we know.
Opposites are everywhere; yin and yang provide a balance.
Black and white, left and right,
love and hate, war and peace but,
blind humans see only one side.
One-sidedness is the great destroyer today.
A well-oiled Earth runs on diversity.
Cloud-swirls and angry belching magma are different cogs
working together.
Dragons are as necessary as everything else
and we must learn to teach instead of destroying them; to…
tame our dragons.
Earth needs color and sound to survive balanced chaos and harmonics ensure a smoothly running planet in a universe of well-oiled, celestial machines.
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