It’s so simple. So so simple.
So simple it’ll blow your mind, like it blew mine.
Let me put it this way we’ve all been pied by the same piper, and at some point, we been caught unwittingly in some conspiracy… I’m guilty, but can you tell me, how to warn a deaf and dumb person their about to eat a bullet snack, standing blankly in the blind sights of the unseen eye of an expert sniper like a deer in the headlights of a driver who wants to hit them without divine intervention… they’ll get ’em.
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
How do you tell someone who won’t believe what you say anyway? How do you explain that they’re about to be another casualty of a failing reality? How do you tell someone they are being poisoned when they decide your conclusion makes you the one who’s delusional… How do you help somebody who doesn’t want to be helped?
I’m still trying to figure that one out. If you have an answer for me I’d be grateful to hear it.
Along with each unique timeline, some prescribed viper slithered in along the path we’re treading, whatever that means… at any rate that dirty snake did us wrong… Time moves on… that heel will heal, I promise you… to brand new and beyond. Next time you meet you’ll be ready to crush it under bulletproof battle-ready boots. This is a promise too.
But now here we are cracks and super glue full of the things we feared most. Dry Toast. Stuck in a rut, in a little glass jar with our emotions and the echoes of noise that shouldn’t still be weighing on us anymore.
We’ve been over this, you got over it!
Pick up your pants, let’s dance… You and me, sign and deliver my mentality to the Victor of the beast inside me. It’s roaring I’m ignoring it as best as I can but now the noise is just noisy and what I used to fear only annoys me… Is that really any better though?
Start it on fire, burn it away, crack the clay, reveal the gold underneath.
It’s over. It’s over. IT’S OVER!
Can’t you see?
But really is it?
You know what, fuck that, it’s never been over, not ever, no one ever said they were sorry or acknowledged me in the overall equation I just drove on and on and on.
Now my patience with the present is gone. All gone. Dried river bed and some matching bones, live like this I’m gonna die alone. But how can I die if I’m already dead, and how do you resurrect what was never alive. Bring me to life, bring me to life. I’ve never been a butterfly, I’ve been a grub, a belly crawler, a liquid mess in this cacoon You invested time and effort into. I’m calling on You, Only something Eternal will do…
I’m in need of a tune-up and even though all I’ve ever tried to do was show up I’m best known for the trait of a flake…
I get it, I see how it looks but I didn’t cook these books I can’t be everywhere at once yet. I’m working on it… so what’s up with that? I’m getting sick of being villainized. A hack, make um take it back! No, won’t be victimized by these lies but I promise I’m scariest when I get quiet.
My quiet place is personal to me, it’s so personal you see it’s only made for me, silence is a trigger between me and the space that I come from.
I might not like it at the moment, but I know there is a reason you’ve seasoned me with enough salty seasoning to make rotten meat smell savory, I accept the role and the toll of the character You sent me to be. It took writing a new world for me to see the dilemma You’ve delt with for infinity… Hats off to You, and shoes too.
I will only say this, season me in a way only You can next, I want to be out of context, off the wall, a free for all, an eye-opener, a head-turner because when they see me they see You. And when I dance it’s my I DO to You, when I sing it’s my battle cry, my eagle scream.
Take me out of this world and make me strange as You’ve been to me. I want to be crystal clear me through You. Healing what the world can’t touch, loving and learning much… spreading joy and laughter like little seedlings, seeding a movement of little saplings, the kind that can only come from Everything repeating perfectly. The only kind of bread I’ll ever have again.
The joker, the thief, the shepherd, the lost sheep, trump me into the Robinhood, the queen of lost things, the enigma that is your fingerprint… If this is the role I play best I’m in, send me. I’m open to your suggestions always. You said vengeance would be yours so, I trust You and I’m dusting my feet, ready for some inner peace. Let it rain down fire while I leave, slow-motion walk with me…
Don’t be foolish little bird, mark your words you know better than this. erase that BS don’t let me say it again… TRY AGAIN…
Fine… Fine, but only because you are divine and I’m nothing but a swine.
You’re wrong… You are Mine… So you shine…
Fine, whatever that means, I’m still figuring I could use your help defining what it means to be me, to be Bernie, Am I here to Burn some debts as my name suggests? If so, I have a list You might start with?
Like anything eating from the widows empty hands, anyone coming at a child with some evil plans. Anything coming against the light that’s rising. Let their opposition become the laughingstock. The devils pet projects, they might burn too. Just to prove you have a sense of humor to the very End. That’s all I can think of, but I’ll be back soon again.
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… In the meantime I’ll comply, There’s no one else I’d rather work for than THIS GUY. After all, It is YOUR design and who am I to go against what’s rising up?
You are MINE…
Okay, Fine… but now I’m sizing up this giant and I’m washing my hands cause this battle isn’t mine, all I have is a couple stones and the devil won’t leave me alone. He went so low this time, that belly dragging dirt munch tempted me with both, asked me for a loaf and left what I loved hanging from the end of a rope. And I’m just one of a million…
One of a billion, I fell into the empty well of false promises. Again. And again. fool me a million times, but now never again cause I got some new sight and good sense. Some insight, a new melody flowing through me… can’t touch this banana na heyey!
I went into the dark to get it heyey!
Now this little light of mine is borrowed for sure bought with an eternal kiss, by all means I shouldn’t exist. Something Everlasting found me out exploring falling in with dead leaves to be blown into nothing on the next gust…
caught me up on a better breeze. Taking me higher to live-giving trees, and I was received even though I’d been easily deceived. Never alone I am never alone, never alone you are never alone, never alone we are never alone.
The author of everything sat me down in a quiet nook to take a second look. A deep dive into everything I’d been shaken by. A dark wave tsunamied through me, overcasting internal tornadoes, firestorms, lightning balls and rocky landings… By and by my oh my more things… more stories… more heart pains, more sleepless nights, more internal fights…
hummin little proverbs through the darkest night, reminding me of what I am made of. A little stardust, a little destiny, a little light, a little electricity, a little bit of everything, and bzzzt you got me.
A unique never to be seen again blueprint of beyond awesomeness I only need one reason for my existence. I was conjured and accepted by something eternally bigger than me, a wonder for all to see… my breath the oath standing between. And that goes for every human being.
I am talking to you… and you.. and you… and me. But it had to get dark for me to see the light was coming from inside of me…
I dug, I dug, I dug until I was the mud. Until where I had been was only the beginning, a premonition of the ‘where I was going to be’s’ now haunting me.
Shadows of shadows to come, now I know the spectrum.
From dying under the delusion of thriving and alive to full of dead things, systems failing and fully aware of my deficiencies… sent over the railing because of some external promise of pending doom messing with my dome. Tossing me in a rocking sea. Idol things moving in on the only sanctuary I have left. Turning alone at last into something lonely…
I’ve been stripped of my pride, stripped of my vanity, stripped of my sanity, stripped of my status, stripped of my clothing… only to find this too was vanity. Vanity, vanity, insanity in emperor’s clothing. Casualties falling all around me diving into a false reality based on fake things faking fake things into ‘real’ real things based on their description of them. Theories being thrown out like gospel truths, yeah to some this reality is as real a lie as the eye can see.
While age-old pearls of wisdom rot forgotten spun up into cliche overused underrated says no one really listens to until it’s too late and finally the true meaning sinks its gentle teeth into our meaty surfaces with some new kind of abuse and misuse of what we contain until the lack is what’s containing you too. Ironically acting as living breathing proof of something, even an inkling that was shown to us in advance, the last chance to turn back. A confirmation.
The fork in the road before the enemies ambush. To the bushes see? Now I’m watching the confusion from the safety of these wings… I can only speak for me, from the heart I wish you luck these pearls will speak for me.