I write this poem to you because I'm a tired bitch.
I'm tired of inhibited love, I'm tired of the clouds of others.
I'm tired of the blackness that shrouds most others' being, of the power of the almighty currency to taint the beauty of love.
Money and greed cannot win, eventually we all walk back into the trees. Love overthrows everything, everyone must participate in kindness and caring for each other, it's the only way to survive. Love never has to claim victory.
I write this poem to you to awaken your spirit, to let it thrive, to fight those fucking fears in your head and send them to burn in the sun.
I write this poem to get self doubt out of your mind, to connect you with your past present and future power of not only your ancestors, but the universe we live in.
I write this decree because I know you want to be free, but we all need a little help from our friends to start the waves of change.
I write this poem to tell you that your dreams are really your living waking reality, because you believe in them, you dream them, you are them.
I know everything I need to know, I have no filter so nothing gets by this bitch. You know what you need to know too. The knowledge of love is endless, and it never gives up.
We can all see through clouds, through souls, through spirits, and I bang my drums to wake this ability up in all of you as I pass. I am aware of my influence, that is my role in this life.
I do this through love, I can't so much as hurt a single piece of matter or emit a shitty thought, but I can force seemingly uncomfortable hidden truths to surface in anyone to be dealt with openly and honestly. Healing isn't always full of flowers and fun.
I will also always put my hand out for you when you are done falling, observing the process the whole time.
So clear your mind, open your heart and soul, because love is back, ready to clean shit up and party some more. She can't do it alone, nor does she want to.
Let the memories and images in your body and surroundings out to breathe, to live again, they've been waiting, I can tell. Imagination is far from unreal.
Let these words be you, I am talking to your dragons, the protectress, the healer, the gentle yet fierce beauty I have come to know.
It's time to play, and it's time to believe all those things your clouds wouldn't let you see. It's time to begin to live the impossible once again. It's time to love.