IF YOU HAVE NEVER

You haven't.

You can't know the lure of the precipice.

Until you have embraced beyond boundaries tabooed.

Touching the edge, standing, peering, resisting the push to leap.

We should all be leaping, always off a cliff of metaphysical concept.

If not, we have settled at the edge's bluff.

Searching for our beginning through time, for that which brought our stance on the edge of now and where now. Of how and why, of what now. Stand, stay or leap?
Love the fall, or depend on the familiar ground you hold so tightly.

Tell me no is to tell me to know, to leap, to prove it so, to deny no more.

Philosophy is theoretical, method is doing, it is transformation. To know a thing is to do a thing.

Forever changed, regardless of the the leap, the revelation of the fall, consequence of the impact.

Now you are changed, now you are renewed, now you are done until you leap again.

How many

 real chances do we get in a life?

Those significant moments of choice that lingers, haunt us until we are done
What  makes us or what destroys us as we live and  and expire? And after we are gone all that remains fades.

Will it all just be the usual strap on or a sneak attack?

Choose wisely or let time decide, because we all have been dying as long as we have been living. Some more or less respectively.

So it's said,"We are born alone we die alone". I am comforted in that thought. Alone does not mean without. It means individual. It means fearless. Forging a separate and equal journey passed the mass indoctrination and need for acceptance and validation.
It is our decision from beginning to end how we will live. How we choose to reach out, grasp clenching on to never letting go of creating love that will connect and infect throughout, beyond our Earthly span.

YOU KNOW WHO IT IS

You can't escape your nature.
No geographical, socioeconomical place, no venue or avenue of placement and turns or twists of fate will bring change into a new life. A weed sprouts relentlessly. Wildfire spreads, lightening destroys.

Evil plants a seed, evil grows, indifference plants nothing, weeds still grow. Plant wisely, beauty might grow in the  vulnerability amongst neighbors.

I've been told I'm a fucking hot mess.

My retort.

 Thank you.

I'd like to say it requires effort, but  I bloom relentlessly, naturally.

So are YOU tired of the seed you planted,
really so sure of the trail you placed, of the footsteps you have laid while navigating life, is it the path you thought? Looking around now, have you arrived only to go astray?
Ask, how many efforts mingled with misses brought you to now? Are you sure! Do you know?

As you are falling, who are you now? Where will you land? Will you be received?

Landing, touching solid is not so easy.

Direction and choice tried and learned, is turmoil  to be healed in intimate dark corners of fantastical imaginary strength with all messages mislaid.

When you are done, you are late.

The Alcohol Paradox.

I am drunk, my mind? Sober
Gin erases memories while creating more.
I'm only saying this because I am a man of deep feelings imbibed.

Lost love exist, it lingers in remorse, pain and pleasure. Torturous so, that it steps beyond our boundaries.

I want to tell you something. You might find it offensive, you might appreciate it. Or it could be left unsaid. You know for me that's not an  option.

And I know you, and I know you have never met a man like me, I know for me, you will always be a standard that others cannot achieve.

I have a solid history. It's connected with people that I embrace to my core. The continual construct of my being. I, you, will move on without, eventually fading into the distance of time, unknown, but remarkable to some.

It is the weight of what is and what was not.