Ten plus years since this heart last fluttered. Tempered & seared—still fear of words once uttered. Now I poke and jest just to hear your laughter. Pondering oft if she is some form of rapture. Of them all, she the sum. The rising of my Sun. The bright Moon in my darkness. No longer empty and heartless.
It’s been over a decade on the run yet how do I feel so much so soon. To see those blues eyes in the Sun, to taste your lips under the Moon. Seeing me as I wish to be seen, Outside of this flesh and bone. What is reality—Life is dream, Where your heart is my home. Once a nightmare, now fantasy, Both devils and angels living vicariously.
There is not a problem with cancel culture, in fact, it is exposing the fundamental errors of our entertainment based society. The artists and renowned leaders who are being “cancelled” were operating in error from the second they signed a contract. By aligning and obliging oneself to an institution, all freedom of expression and individuality has been forfeited. The moment you can no longer say anything you want is when you’ve cancelled yourself. Private entities consisting of unempathetic board members, power mad executives, and the performance artist CEO are guided by financial incentives, and if such motivations are infringed upon you will be null and voided. It is not the whining voices in the crowd but the social media platforms and corporations that hear one demographic and silence and exile another.
I’m disappearing and getting out Going to do all the things I’ve spoken about. I do not want to be reached nor wish to be found. Did they listen and understand me while I was around? Deep down you knew this day would arrive, Where I spread my wings and seek my tribe. A place where I can climb as tall as the trees, And finally free to be the me that I see.