To Many Joes

Imma put my fear of arrogance aside.

To find a flow that deciphers what I am feeling

What I am experiencing

So many have we allowed to give us advice on the things some of us know well

Our own body

One thing is to feel

the other is the intelligent to go beyond this and verbalize it

With Latin text or without

words are strung together to make a reasonable facsimile of what is truly going on

In modern times we do have access to knowledge

Possibly watered down by empty words

Knowledge no less

sits there for us to digest

I have come to a bitter and somewhat awkward feel that I am smarter than the average Joe

Joe may have qualities that I don’t have

and I respect that, Joe

But

I feel like we have to many Joes playing doctor

It is not enough to fly on Adderall past all your courses

if your heart does not open

as much as you slice open that flesh

search around

I believe you will not understand function

I will not deny the science

Just like art

the scientific method is older than we would like to believe

Seekers have always wandered into the unknown

be it with in or with out

There will always be exceptions

Incredible people come from all creeds

Not to often from the same pile

I believe

This flow is about my body

not a political stance

not an epidemic

a pandemic

its about a universe I have existed in and explored mostly alone

with very few navigators

But solid ones to speak of

With help from this and that I have scrutinized my existence

presently and until my blind eye takes charge

I think we get locked in routine

Every river rock looks the same when flying over the river in a chopper

burning fuel

If we all we have is a hammer

It is hard not to want to smash every rock

in hopes of changing the shape

In You I See Me, in Me I Experience You (Tells of the Two 2021)

Let me see my Self in your nakedness

The willingness to give yourself to me freely

In this I see my weakness to take

I take in tenderness with a heavy hand and firm choke

This you ask for

I only take that which I find special

My mistake to say the honest words of human emotion

confusing, messy, honest but convoluted

The mix of what I say what I don’t say what I hear is the language of two hearts colliding

The landscape I paint for you is a colorful watercolor of bile

This is because my human heart knows only confusion

My soul knows better but how can this be clear if you don’t know the language

still…I try

In my attempt to connect

My attempt to bare

In my attempt to be human I leave a mess on your pale skin

This is utterly confusing

There is much to hide in calm and quiet

I can paint any picture on this canvas

I can fool myself that I am navigating this boat

A simple boat just for two

Some how has space for three

In my attempt to be my honest self

I accidentally become your mirror

It was not me that I was taking to the shore but you Navigating to the place you wish to see

All along I was speaking for many

Crucifying myself with words of another

Owning what belongs to us and the other you pulled in

To make this make sense I added another

Never Realizing your painting you never showed was more vivid than mine

Your attempt to ask for more scrambled me to change my image

This lesson I did learn of the strength of my human intuition

I am fine with leaving it all alone and settling on mud delusions

In wounding my heart, in mending my heart I know my Self better

What can I say but thank you

For letting this immortal soul get a taste of being human