I’m in the grey…….
Grey Chasm swallows
I’m in the grey it’s where I’ll stay for now
I will not attempt to move quickly
Nor will I be rushed
Do I fascinate?
Do I invoke fear? Hate?
Am I your guilty pleasure…
Is there no distance yet to measure?
I’ll create my walls
Build my tower strong
Brick by brick no matter how long
Exterior crusted over with
Innuendos and regret
I’m in the grey
I will not be pulled away
In this Chasm I will stay
Until I decide, until that day
You can not reach me… There is no definitive here
No truth or lie
If I want to stay until I die
It’s then a matter of choice
The beauty of my grey instilled in me a voice
Slowly it drips…..spill forth from my lips
Turning my words to black and white
Finally to distinguish which is wrong and which is right
But I shall not take flight oh no, I will move slowly with precision
At the end of the day it’s my decision
For now I’m in the grey area
Safely in my tower, walls erected
While my thoughts become collective
In the grey
~To what do I owe thee This life so shackled To the heavens do I look Oceans to the depths Fragmented memories Fading colors Grey emotions The road uncertain Light up ahead Crackling sound Shooting for stars Fall to the ground Fall to the ground~~
~Machinations Eclectic mind So random without order Content unknown Images flash Strewn about thoughts Racing fast, Flooding my brain invading Concepts to conceptualize Twisting There is no pause No stillness To much to contemplate Subjects subjective Bursting Perception yet perceived By Intent Only to be Crystallized~
Every Penny Every Dime Every Nickel My Angel’s left behind to remind me…… ~In God We Trust~
So without further Ado ……………. my recent tweet~
2 separate cases but will go full circle~
First a big shout out to #God then to both my Attorneys #LarryCartelli and #Craig…no last name to the public on him..he represents in a level as Larry. As I pledged to my father in heaven, as well as my father on earth before he died, my Moncada bloodline will never want again~
I want short distance to close love, spontaneous outburst of affection not planned touches or moments, fast reflex amazing flexibility both internally and externally, truth always, no lies, crazy mad love.. the kind that legends are made of,not level headed well thought,yet always coming out right, tThunder I want Storms of flesh under sheets, I want Devine reward for a strength well mastered, I want change as long as it reveals beauty, to cry less, laugh more, long walks, rainbows 🌈 I want money lots of money just to share and not to care leaving all burdens behind, I want to be kind, even when someone has been careless with words and emotional harm, I want to see it my way, I want my way to align with what my God has planned. I want to be strong stand straight learn my best to not hate.
This gun is my friend, as you well see I kiss the end, of what is you and of me…..
It sits there like some offensive reminder ….. of exit door
But courage it takes
So I take that picture then I quietly think….. If I could ever get out from under the weight of this garbage Maybe then I’d let the combustion out… The steam roll off this sweltering pile of debri which is my life Just my reflection in The mirror is a contradiction There is some sort of power in the weight of my words, it’s like it spills forth from a spring of knowledge of some unknown source from my lips these thoughts drip~my Catherism speaks to me, I dare not protest
I realiz I could be like the rest however~ These words are a strange comfort to me, they will be waiting for me long after everyone else is gone.. They are solidly spoken.. Insight in times that are baffling yet enlightening~ and I kiss the tip of my gun all is real, not for fun~