In response to a writing prompt, “what makes you feel guilty…”
You do! You all do! Everyone makes me feel guilty!
I feel guilty for wanting you because you eat cheese sticks and lao laos and drink beers in the morning and it makes my spiritual friends feel uncomfy. Your dreadlocks are funky. And you’re not what I’m taught to pursue.
I feel guilty for wanting you. True. And when we’re side by side I project that onto you I’m consumed by that feeling of wrong –
But I want you along
It’s your darkness that keeps me alive.
I crave
your
touch.
Now I’ve met many a nice man, the conscious creation that sees to my soul and speaks in the language of I am abundance, manifestation or love …
But I crave YOU
The bad boy beer drinking take all of me You that holds me with your firm hands and says hard science things that I know are not true But the rawness of your being refreshes, and makes me alive –
The sureness of your being feels bigger and badder than mine –
Now,
I am love and light but not all love and light and my devils they dance with the gods.
My
GOD
You felt good last night and you know what/ I felt all the stares and the glares and down glances I felt the judgment of these circumstances while you held my hand on the lawn –
I put on this face like I’m pure.
So PURE
And they believe it, I know.
It’s this game we play here in this day in age
Everyone make believing they’re perfect.
But then you come around and disrupt it.
Now, your habits don’t scream conscious but the realness of your being and the truth in your touch make you the best teacher, for me, that I know.
But I feel guilty, because they think you’re not good enough
And I think they’re better than me.
If I could learn from you how to just … not … give a fuck I’d be set free.
But the guilt consumes and splits me infinitely.
Take me.
My devils they dance with the gods.
You do! You all do! Everyone makes me feel guilty!
I feel guilty for wanting you because you eat cheese sticks and lao laos and drink beers in the morning and it makes my spiritual friends feel uncomfy. Your dreadlocks are funky. And you’re not what I’m taught to pursue.
I feel guilty for wanting you. True. And when we’re side by side I project that onto you I’m consumed by that feeling of wrong –
But I want you along
It’s your darkness that keeps me alive.
I crave
your
touch.
Now I’ve met many a nice man, the conscious creation that sees to my soul and speaks in the language of I am abundance, manifestation or love …
But I crave YOU
The bad boy beer drinking take all of me You that holds me with your firm hands and says hard science things that I know are not true But the rawness of your being refreshes, and makes me alive –
The sureness of your being feels bigger and badder than mine –
Now,
I am love and light but not all love and light and my devils they dance with the gods.
My
GOD
You felt good last night and you know what/ I felt all the stares and the glares and down glances I felt the judgment of these circumstances while you held my hand on the lawn –
I put on this face like I’m pure.
So PURE
And they believe it, I know.
It’s this game we play here in this day in age
Everyone make believing they’re perfect.
But then you come around and disrupt it.
Now, your habits don’t scream conscious but the realness of your being and the truth in your touch make you the best teacher, for me, that I know.
But I feel guilty, because they think you’re not good enough
And I think they’re better than me.
If I could learn from you how to just … not … give a fuck I’d be set free.
But the guilt consumes and splits me infinitely.
Take me.
My devils they dance with the gods.