$3 bill

You – you need a, a doctor, a preacher, the laying of immaculate oiled hands to heal ‘ya
ANYTHING to free you, thee, thou from yourself

Me – I need a bat and a mask, to accomplish the task, while blindly swinging, deaftone singing, ridding you and them from my life

Solitude and peace interrupted by impending creaks you make intruding upon my Chi with your bag-fulla neg-ga-tiv-vi-ties and poor folk riches

You – you need a hug, a word – to prepare you for the chaos about to converge on this can’t look away, vomit inducing, vulture circling permeation called, wait – what’s your name again?

Me – I need a vat of acid and some bleach to Clorox those mountains that erupted and peaked, spewing all types of moments when I attempted to reach for my life

You – you need to be bound and gagged and your pissed away life dragged from behind and out of that homo/hetero/metro/anglo/afro/ino racist, ageist curtain/closet as you are seat-strapped beaten within 1 inch and 1 hair – back into the oddity of what we call normal.

Me – I need to shed this skin I’m in, get washed from within to start life a new, the forgiveness of me and forgetfulness of you

Them – We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal

Us – Please, don’t piss in the wind and tell us its raining, for a gust of wind just may come and drown you.

Who loves ya baby?

Yesterday was my Sabbath. Oh don’t get me wrong, growing up as I did, Sunday was THE day, but as an adult, I need that reCREATION after toiling all week and I need it the next day not the day after. Since I’ve developed (my term for aging), I’ve found that Sundays weren’t the same. Before I was as developed as I am now, Sundays were peaceful, restful. Now, I find that my mind shifts into work mode on Sundays and the peace and rest that once was there has been replaced with TO-DO lists, errands to run, sleep to catch up on, and, well, you get the idea. I could no longer be. Just be. Be still, be at peace, be at rest, just be, like I used to be, so I decided to make a change. Fridays are my Cyclone Closings. I’m running non-stop all day, to make sure I cram all my TO-Dos, errands, get in where you fit ins and anything else that NEEDS my attention, time, presence because Saturday is my Sabbath Day. Now, I find that my mind, body, soul and spirit can rest and reCREATE itself from the mental beating they took over the last 6 days. I no longer have to make/find time, get in where you fit in, listen to my cell phone calendar alerts asking for SNOOZE or DISMISS. Nope, now I can just be and oh what a feeling. Took me a while to get used to just be-ing. I was always looking for something to do, felt that I was wasting my precious time because I wasn’t on the computer, running errands or doing something that I’d neglected to do the 6 days prior. Now, whoooo, my be-ing is un-be-lievable. I wake up and my mind is clear. Dad and I talk off and on, all day. The quiet no longer gnaws at me to move. My transition to Saturday Sabbath Day gave me something I had (at least that was/is the perception) and something I yearned for…time. My microwaving, IMing, tweeting, texting, gottahaveitwritenow ID collapsed at the door. EGO was inflated – because I’m being self-centered, and deflated – because my self is being centered. And SUPEREGO, well after putting ID to bed and consoling EGO, found time To Relax. Get Comfortable. Get Mended with feet up and a 32oz cup of Cranberry GingerAle and without a coaster. Oh Sunday is still church day, but since rest is essential to maintaining a balanced life (do they make scales that can handle all that we need to balance) for me, day Seventh Sabbath Shores Soaring Spirits. Say that fast 7 times.