Log 244 ~Give A Listen Will~

The first of the month and guess what I’m still listening to, I heard in one of my motivations, the man with no imagination, has no wings, but all my imaginings have gone into writing a novella and Audible. Give A Listen Will

Sunday, March 01, 2020

Log 244 ~Give A Listen Will~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and so are you, do you hear me, do you understand? It’s going to be hard on you, I know. I’ve survived a month of that HUMMING noise. The games I enjoy playing are inaccessible, well, unless you feel like moving the PS4. Now that reminds me of something else you must hear, but let’s get this out of the way. Yes, the old car is still dead. The half-bathroom toilet is broke. You are going to fight tooth and nail at the Day Job because of your continual FEAR. Sleep is going to call on you every second of the day.

Okay first off and listen to me, don’t go wasting your money. It’s there, and tonight (Thursday) I got to hit the books, don’t “MESS” this up for us. I know you want a new Kindle or to buy a ladder so you can break your neck soon. For the love of everything, please don’t. So if I’m going to start begging, here’s something for you to consider, NO FAPPING. Tonight was a test, no doubt, I was busy writing the novella, A Sin Full Of Cherry. I was so ready you have no idea. Well, if you’re reading this, the week was survivable. While we’re on the subject, as much as Audible tried to cheat me out of five bucks. You should invest in more books. I’m here to tell you they help. It’s also a bit naughty to listen to something like Beauty and The Professor. Why can’t you hear, Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 008 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Making The Bed Every Morning No Matter What
    Completed
  6. I AM Finishing Siren by Hazel Grace
    Completed

You got three wins this week; you’re welcome. I’ll be honest with you, though. There was no choice but to change #6. Reading a book a week makes you akin to Bill Gates. He reads one book a week according to your motivations but A Sin Full Of Cherry. While you’re busy finishing that, hasn’t it been a while since you felt such a fire to write? It’s not even NaNoWriMo season, and you’re thinking 19,200 words possibly? Don’t let others take this away from you ever. Lastly, I ask you not to give up. I know it’s hard; I don’t mean it like that, you’re trying to be brave at the Day Job. You have to win like Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 008 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Making The Bed Every Morning No Matter What
  6. I AM Finishing Writing My Latest Novella

So much noise, but what’s real or at least brings pleasure, Give A Listen Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 237 ~Most WONderful Time Will~

I’ve added more noise to the bombardment of my psyche, and that’s the tick-tock of the clock. I have so much time and then so little. Where does it all go in the end? Into doing nothing? “Most WONderful Time Will,” but not forever

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Log 237 ~Most WONderful Time Will~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but you, not so much. Now that’s not me being negative, Cherry said I was, but you know the words of King Ezekiel. How about the concepts of Dale Carnegie? At this point, I’m more into Andrew Davidson, and you will be too. You should also save some money for another book from Audible, STUPID Audible. Not that I’m one to talk, and you won’t be either, we don’t have the time. Should I say I don’t have the energy, and I got paid, so what about a store run in so many days? I made it to the loveseat, that’s enough.

Let’s talk about another dirty word, FEAR. No wonder I’ve been paralyzed for months. Again not being negative but facts, one car doesn’t work. The HUMMING has gone on for a full month almost. A few minutes ago, the downstairs toilet seat broke. All these things and I instead choose to write. How about that ladder I was planning on buying? Today is not a good day to die, well except by starvation. What about a lack of sleep? I’ve had all the time in the world and still haven’t gone to bed before 1:00 AM. Even My Dæmon is growing concerned, or he’s annoyed, and I don’t blame him. Why so fixated on the Tick Tock of the clock these days. Oh, I can finally hear it, you’re welcome. You know I don’t like being gross, but I took out a massive chunk of Earwax a few days ago. Better now to hear my failings at Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Getting Rid Of The Humming From The Roof
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Siren by Hazel Grace
    Failed

I blame #1 on writing that Erotica “Now C Here My Senses, or was it looking at some “inspiration?” Fortunately, I don’t have time to write a million excuses. Only if you want me to be negative, this week is going to suck. As far as today goes, again, I’m still contemplating getting up and going to get food. I yelled at a BBQ place over a burger. I’m still waiting for something from Indiana Gone, not her fault. In a way, I need all the problems to forget about the Norton and H&R Block mess, being grateful. So it’s not Valentine’s anymore, I don’t drink, and I hate most jokes. Like Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Making The Bed Every Morning No Matter What
  6. I AM Finishing Siren by Hazel Grace

These motivations say you did not wake up to be mediocre; Most WONderful Time Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 230 ~He’s Ding Dong Willing~

Shut Up. I like my friends, I love my son, I love the ladies, and there are lines I signed to have people look out for me, but the noise is becoming deafening, the fears from the push of a button I swear. He’s Ding Dong Willing, but no

Sunday, February 16, 2020

Log 230 ~He’s Ding Dong Willing~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m wondering how silent it would be in a vault. Seeing that much money up close and personal, would my heart skip a beat. Would it leave me breathless, and would I fall for it all? Should I replace the word vault with crypt? I got out of school at the right time because I would have been a victim of cyberbullying. Anything somewhat similar was my fault from the ladies. For now, there is no haven from this house or online. There is only noise.

As always, we begin with the humming, let me tell you I tried. It’s a problem you’ll still have to contend with, but my father was here. He said it’s not coming from the house but the neighbors, so more black men. At this rate, you’re living in half a “home” with no chance of sharing it with anybody. Speaking of sharing and ladies, who is Mary? Another week of jumping every time the phone rings. Norton and H&R Block are both emailing almost daily because of my number and this woman. I hate being even near the phone. No matter where I am, I’m always checking. THEY say ignorance is bliss and how I want that so badly right now. When I sleep, it’s not resting because I’m never finding that; it’s for the silence. Work should bring that too but Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Getting Rid Of The Humming From The Roof
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Siren by Hazel Grace
    Failed

Back to ZERO, this list might as well be that humming. It never ends, and except for a slight variation in tone, it remains. So here’s hoping that you will find the solution. Yeah, you’re willing to live with it as long as Norton, H&R Block, and nobody else calls or emails. Again, the noise is relentless, but even at this moment. 12:35 PM I made a promise not to lift the phone. No matter what, until 3:00 PM, it doesn’t own this life. I should say my life soon to be yours, but it’s not true. Isn’t it ironic that my right ear has been screwy, and now that I can hear I don’t want to anymore? Well, you’re welcome. I give you this gift, and it’s more of a curse. I couldn’t give you a better week, which means you have more of a fight Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Getting Rid Of The Humming From The Roof
  6. I AM Finishing Siren by Hazel Grace

For Whom The Bell Tolls, Will, He’s Ding Dong Willing.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 221 ~Sounding Off Someday Will~

Another week of research on noise and it sounds like it could be the turbine on the roof but that’s coming from the mouth or fingers of a stranger but my head if nothing but a racket so anything to read in silence. Sounding Off Someday Will

Friday, February 7, 2020

Log 221 ~Sounding Off Someday Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and with that, I know, money is pretty loud. If I can’t read in silence, I might as well learn about the noise. Well, that explains why I’m talking to you tonight. I’ve already said I don’t like waking up early though I should. Yes, Lady Sophia, I wasted one more day on sleep. My grandest accomplishments today, I fueled up the car and took care of a few emails. Tonight (Tuesday), I should be watching the State of the Union. In all fairness, I couldn’t stand all the fawning, and the “Black/Minority Parade” Trump has.

Tomorrow will be all abuzz with his lies and his defenders. I swear what else am I going to do besides watching that or YouTube. Again this is a night without reading or Far Cry 5, and of course, you know why. I miss My Study, Man Cave, Fortress of Solitude; that’s not my bedroom. When it comes to bed, of course, this is the last place I should be now. I’m still watching UnidentifiedSFM, and I haven’t even checked on Jada Chan. Now, if you look any of that up, My Lady, that’s your fault. Anyway, I’m going crazy this being Day 4 of you know what. Of course, there is still the humming, and did I tell you I have a lead on the racket now. It makes it much easier to handle when you know that something can end someway, somehow hopefully.

Wow, saying any word with “LY” immediately triggers Hemingway, Grammarly, or both. I want to be a better writer Lady Sophia, more than anything, but haven’t I said I don’t sound like myself. At this rate, I should join the chorus on the roof. Now if it’s not only weird sounds, it’s an echo but no disrespect to Inspector Echo, I’m only saying the same thing on repeat. I hate being unoriginal, but worse is an ignored voice, you know. I tried showing off to A&W the other day, but he didn’t want to hear it at all. Of course, that leads to the worse sound of all. My money, falling into nothing and hollowing out my bank account. Even the fear of strangers and my Olds; SIGH, that’s what got me into this mess. I can’t read about another world yet, a better place; I’m Sounding Off Someday Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 175 ~Bells, Pails, Will Tell~

All I want for Christmas… that’s like a list of the women I want to (um okay) if anything I want my wallet to be as full as my fridge, my son, and what’s up with, the cleaning supplies and gift bags and no one’s named charity. Bells, Pails, Will Tell

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Episode 175 ~Bells, Pails, Will Tell~

To Will:
How To Make One Million Dollars, let other people do it, The Salvation Army, Prosperity Ministry, and what’s one more pretty girl, but no, you have no choice but to listen to those loud ass bells, same with people, you have no faith in yourself, and how much did you spend today? Man I know how you feel about charity, it doesn’t make sense you know, somebody has millions if not billions of dollars, but from the proceeds of their obscene profits, they donate a million and feel good about themselves, tsk, tsk.

Now I don’t want to lecture you about money, hell you have over a thousand dollars waiting “The Alamo Fund” I’m also not telling you to be a fool and spend it all, neither am I complaining about how you’re living… Okay so that’s what I do honestly but what I mean is, you shine up like a new penny for what; did you spend money on “B III” today, in a way, seeing as how you always share right? You spend money on Pussy (Language), Pets, and Prose, and it’s the first, and the last that makes you so silly don’t you think, bringing up those Six Impossible Things:

  1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I Will Be The “Father” My Dog Deserves
    Failed
  3. I Will Review Sell My Soul (Sixty Days #1) by Jade West
    Failed
  4. I Will Review Depredation By Natalie Bennett
    Failed
  5. I Will Finish The Golden Line: (Knotted Book 1), Addison Cain
    Completed
  6. I Will Edit One Chapter Of My Newly Written Novel
    Failed

Well, Merry “Freaking” Christmas, a 17.5 F and the most you can even start to hope for is five out of six until “Triple B” has his next Vet appointment, annual and his heart condition. You have a heart condition dammit because you believe in such things and throw money at them; being a father to a son because you have to, you clean up the house, get a haircut, shower, shave, buy presents and yes you feel better. My point is you believe in everything but yourself, you want to make others happy, you say your son is going to live until his brown coat is silver, you give everything you are to everything else, but you are impossible, unbelievable, worthless Six Impossible Things:

  1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I Will Be The “Father” My Dog Deserves
  3. I Will Review Sell My Soul (Sixty Days #1) by Jade West
  4. I Will Review Depredation By Natalie Bennett
  5. I Will Finish Christmas Cake: A Holiday Collection by Celia Aaron
  6. I Will Edit One Chapter Of My Newly Written Novel

So much noise and somehow the holidays are supposed to be the cure and not the virus, how full would your gas tank be, your wallet, hell even your bed if all this faith you have somehow you could keep; Grammarly, blogging, put your money where your mouth is but you would never. Tell them to stop those bells, call out the liars, it’s okay to like your friends, but you go out of your way for them, be selfish, but it won’t be this week sigh I could guess that Bells, Pails, Will Tell.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 026 ~The Will To Escape~

Last week around this same time I was celebrating my escape from the norm, and today I feel as though I’m institutionalized wanting to get back into my story and at the same time committing the crime of doing everything else. The Will To Escape.

Friday, July 27, 2018

Episode 026 ~The Will To Escape~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Give Me One Reason to stay here as the song goes, maybe it’s the fact that people know they’re supposed to be quiet, unlike the movies I can get a good eight hours in, instead of a brief respite, or maybe it’s the fact that the library is becoming my gym. The sad part is today, I’ve been here since nearly ten, and I’ve used everything I can to avoid doing any real writing (Emails); for the second day in a row I’ve woken up early and fallen back asleep and why?

No excuses Lady Sophia, I’m tired, maybe I’m mad as Hell, and it’s not as if I don’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be here otherwise, and it could be plenty of other things to be sure, but the thing is I want to escape. Yesterday I was at the store, and when I was getting out of my car, this group of black teenagers was walking by, and they burst out laughing at me, and for a split second, I was that loser I once was back in school. The thing is I raised my head up, I didn’t run, put up my hoody, plug in my earphones or anything I kept walking and was pretty damn anxious to fight, but I wanted to, I should have… NO?

How many times have I said, I don’t grow, and maybe it’s not because I can’t afford a wardrobe but presumedly because I’ve become used to hiding, to make myself small, keeping my mouth shut to avoid offending anybody but I do that anyway with my writing? It’s people’s fault, as I said, I have my hood, my earphones, books, everything to avoid people but they don’t like the reminder of their insignificance to the rest of us, and this whole world is like a prison. So I resort to solitary confinement, my “white room” in writing which is my escape from the world and now I realize maybe escape isn’t the goal that I’m looking for dear Lady Sophia.

Like yesterday not with the teens but when one of the clerks overcharged me, and I walked back in there and got my money back, I want to bring the damn ruckus, but at this point, I’m empty still; I meant to get a shrimp dinner but settled on a burger. I didn’t want to deal with any more people yesterday, and now today I’m only mad at myself and yes call me a hypocrite because if I’m going to bring the noise to everyone else, I’m Will and truth is The Will To Escape.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 307 ~Right To Remain Told~

I have my answer for last week, a story that’s timeless would have to be Star Wars but nowadays if you want a tale as old as time I have one word for you… RACISM but today can’t I be happy it’s Star Wars Day? Right To Remain Told.

Friday, May 04, 2018

Lesson 307 ~Right To Remain Told~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Fine Today, and no it’s not because the Sith, the Empire, or even The First Order fail; if anything I find myself in good company, and with that Happy Star Wars Day. To think such a story was once shunned and has become a massive powerhouse, I still hate that idea the winners write history,” and I still believe history is told from the survivors but call it history, prophecy, fiction, truth, they’re words.

People hear what they wish, but that doesn’t mean we should remain silent; at least not always anyway, as I have talked plenty about being loud, being heard, and the world needs that. It’s just too much damn noise now with all the gunshots, the fear as so many hearts beat a little bit faster, the marching in the street, the hatred that’s spewed and anonymous tips falsely reported. So yeah I’ve been reading today about two native American young men who were kicked out of a college tour as they were quiet… seriously Lady Sophia how do I even keep my job, almost didn’t?

Didn’t I say before that people speak of quiet like it’s a goddamn crime, and now their story is being written and bring on the noise, and there should be a ruckus, but people would prefer they hush. What about Star Wars, George Lucas was told to go away, that his story would not amount to anything and look at him now, well better look at Disney actually but still he became God. When it comes to my novel though I have to admit the biggest enemy, the one telling me to remain silent, the one I know that doesn’t believe well “It’s Gonna Be Me,” yeah terribly corny right?

I wish I could say my work is corny or anything that easy, what about my plan of making a poetry book and yeah today is a holiday because I am a nerd but any other day I’m just freaking lazy. No promises but I do want people to know, hell I write every day and just like my poetry collection I’m approaching the year mark aren’t I, and even if I’m speaking into the void, I haven’t known silence.

One day my poems, stories, and life will make excellent kindling, and you can take that however you wish, and while I have the right to remain silent on my views, I also have the precious “Right To Remain Told.”

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 270 ~Let’s Have The Noise~

Be quiet, shut up, that’s enough noise and isn’t it a dog’s duty to warn his human, but I can take his barking a lot better than the words of most people. He’s indeed his father’s son. Let’s Have The Noise

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Lesson 270 ~Let’s Have The Noise~

Forgive Me Echo,
I Am Not Fine Today but do you think I will tell anyone; oh sure my fingers hitting these keys, the way I groan when my dog wants me to wake-up and live, the way my heart sounds like thunder whenever the phone rings or there’s a knock upon my chamber door.

Hell sometimes I think I’m turning the pages too loud, which is just another reason I use my Kindle; a small excuse, I can carry my library anywhere but still those damn pages in traditional books. How about the words that I don’t say out loud but are bold on the covers, and even my fashion sense, I find red to be a loud color, but black isn’t supposed to speak… did that sound racist, when you think about it, yeah, people of color aren’t allowed to speak against the status quo. Something else I’ve noticed is I shuffle my feet; don’t I have the strength to lift them anymore other than heading up the stairs to paradise… my bed?

Is it my pride, I think words should have such power and when I speak men tremble, honestly ask my general manager, why do my answers frighten him so; I’m a fan of the second amendment but even more so of the first. Inspector Echo you have heard me say again I do such damage to myself before I ever consider hurting another, don’t I see my words do the most damage. If anything I am the walking embodiment of “The Sound of Silence,” and we know how people can’t take that, they are much too afraid of the truths they will hear, only aren’t I telling myself stories nightly?

My gravest sin today is not giving them forgiveness, their absolution, as though “just kidding” has ever been a salve to me; haven’t I said this before, that laughter perhaps is the worst sound. No one has seen or heard my tears in ages and they never will again as the song goes “but to cry in front of you, that’s the worst thing I could do,” so I’m not that great a sinner am I Inspector Echo, you think?

So I ask forgiveness first and foremost for myself, haven’t I said the point is to make noise, and I’m still so afraid, yes I am scared to be; I’m sorry I can endure the silence like any other pain, and I won’t give that pain to others. I’m sorry I won’t give them what they ask for; saying no to, Let’s Have The Noise.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 042 ~Lost in The Translation~

The English language is weird, maybe all language is in general and nobody hears the same thing at least when it truly matters to them. Lost in The Translation or I’d probably be in even more trouble than the usual.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Lesson 042 ~Lost in The Translation~

Hey Lady Lu,
No Fear, and no genius either but sometimes I feel damn near erudite when it comes to what others talk about. That being said, I’m still the caveman, well the cave dweller since I haven’t been out for a while and I can’t say I miss the grunting, I rather enjoy the silence that can’t last forever.

One of the managers said I need to speak up more, to be more like them, okay maybe not that second part but that would just be me pretending again. I must never forget that while I am trying to speak more, I won’t let myself become one of those people who just utters a pile of gibberish just to make myself heard. As I’ve said before I may not know who I am, but I know what I don’t want to be, yeah I refuse to speak idiot or just plain loud like them.

Then again do I sound like an idiot to you… I know some people think as such but with every comment that I receive, it’s probably the lack of punctuation that bothers me the least. How about my atrocious hand writing, here I go again Luna putting words in their mouths, the last comment I got was small and why didn’t I just take it as small, it’s the translation. Today’s lesson, another manager told me that perception is reality and I hate that because what does that say about me on any given day.

I told you before that silence is my native tongue and to others that must make me shy, meek, nobody and when they learn… I suppose we all learn but it starts with what they say vs. what we hear, the language of us right?

“HE DIDN’T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE.

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” – The Princess Bride (1987)

This is how my day began, you see if you tell most girls that they were the first thing on your mind well… three examples, “Indiana Gone” would be thrilled, Luna you were second but you don’t care do you, and of course, you know who was first big surprise.

So I was thinking about stilts… hear me out Luna, I was thinking in terms of high heels but after a bit of research I found that stilts in my mind wouldn’t be the same as in everybody else’s. I think I ruined a pretty good poem today though I did it anyway, what was it I said, I enjoy the silence, how about that it doesn’t matter what anybody thinks of me. Yeah but Luna I can’t buy all my own books can I, it damn sure better matter what people think of me, maybe not understand but a suitable translation of my writing.

Speaking of translation may be PetSmart should work on that or I’m just an idiot thinking the left hand should know what the right hand is doing, seems stupid that Braxton goes to the doctor and will get groomed in the same place and it’s like apples and oranges. Maybe I’m right to be as nervous as I am, especially considering this will be the first time I leave him in someone’s hands who isn’t “family” then again my father…

How about my conversation with “M Anime” one I really need to write these nicknames down and two I doubt anyone but me is going to get that name at all. She can’t read me nowhere near as well as Indiana Gone, and “Gospel Girl” still thinks I’m a good person and haven’t heard from “Okay” in a day or so. “Ms. Seasons” understood in a way and even if I wanted to say that I was taken out of context, I’m not President Trump.

I don’t speak idiot, I speak movies and music, sexual innuendos, BDSM, a web of obscenity and my mom never told me this but if you can’t say anything nice…

“How many languages do you speak?

Five, actually.

Well, I speak one… One Zero One Zero Zero. With that, I could steal your money, your secrets, your sexual fantasies, your whole life. Any country, any place, any time I want. We multitask like you breathe. I couldn’t think as slow as you if I tried.” – from The Core (2003)

Say what you mean and mean what you say but that’s all relative isn’t it and it gets worse when you can’t understand at all, sometimes Braxton looks at me, he has food, water, been outside, doesn’t appear to be in pain and he cries and I just tell him “no”. We don’t want to understand more to the point we want to hear what we think we already know and some language is universal.

“I don’t want people dead, Agent Valentine. I don’t put a gun to anybody’s head and make them shoot. But shooting is better for business. But, I prefer people to fire my guns and miss. Just as long as they are firing. Can I go now?” Lord of War (2005)

Violence by far is the easiest, okay Luna I know you didn’t sign up for philosophy 101 *snickers* but it tells the speaker one thing, the listener another, the bystanders, and it is all lost in the roar. Pain and horror, there is not one word that can make it better, not without action, even understanding is lost to the moment. How about a kiss, all the words in the world but sex, a kiss, a hug, holding hands, that silence before and after, intimacy?

“Don’t speak
I know just what you’re saying
So please stop explaining
Don’t tell me cause it hurts
Don’t speak
I know what you’re thinking
I don’t need your reasons
Don’t tell me cause it hurts” – Don’t Speak, No Doubt

Even telling Braxton no, a lot I think I speak Braxton quite fluently but I have yet to meet the one person that can speak my language, I may think so and then they start talking but a few do try. How about speaking a woman’s language, why not try speaking French again, I sort of failed at both; I do not miss high school at all. Anyway didn’t we go over all of this before, with Gospel Girl I’ve been a gentlemen and even Indiana Gone likes me to be sweet sometimes but being honest, the truth hurts.

I’ve already admitted that silence scares me too sometimes, echoes in the past that warn me of my future, but anyway what have I learned today? Always look up words, another reason I don’t speak often, Wilt ‘The Stilt’ Chamberlain didn’t come to mind when I was writing and I’m lucky most of the things are Lost in The Translation.

High Off Confession

Gripes are supposed to go up, not down, so why do people get low, why do people get high, strangely enough, I was neither writing this, angels aren’t real right but people have airplanes. High Off Confession, would I really need a priest for this one

What goes good with confession?

Perhaps a side of God?
If my words could reach so high…
But would I rather keep my secrets,
to make my regrets the sod
freshened

with so many tear stained letters
that I ask, can you stop the rain
cause I’m leaving on a jet plane?
Only you’re the jet setter
A new profession;

and with my warmest regards
or sincerely
However, may I say it clearly?
Louder as my heart breaks apart
the question

can you, will you, will she?
No erase
backspace
when she pressed delete
That’s my prerogative but her discretion

Not the wind, the speed, the sky’s color or hue
even the air to breathe
someone get me a priest
for if I am to drown on a word or two
this concession

To live loud, slamming doors,
fist, the beating of my heart
Maybe a confession is not so smart
selfless, brave, honest or kind, anymore,
better my impression

of the sound of silence
Regain the spirit of the caveman
wondering not how any man
learned to fly, speak, or become giants
Yes, my regression

Because with my confession
would come another transgression

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