I listen to these sober people, I listen to the discipline love sharers, the bliss salesman, they’re so oblivious to their own bullshit they generally believe it. So they want you to be sober with them, so you can be ignorant with them. They’re too busy healing to live. Learning about love to love. They can give their entire selves to a stupid fucking bongo but not a friend.
“Baby, you are the most interesting person I have ever met, but you just drink too much.”
“Baby, I'm the most interesting person you have ever met because I drink too much.”
“Why do you drink so much?”
“To make you interesting.”
They don’t get it, I don’t, how are they supposed to?
They’re asking to take violet out of the rainbow, like a tall man could grab it.
“You're too addicted to fitness.”
“You're too addicted to your girlfriend.”
“You're too addicted to your writing.”
“To your drinking.”“You're too addicted to being addicted.”
“To this, to this…”
Show me someone to be like, who I admire more than I, then I will naturally gravitate towards said person. They just happen to enjoy the occasional ale.. All philosophy is built on the justification of addiction, surrendering to the fact that we just love the pain.
Sorry, I was just distracted. The stray cat who has more homes than a cat that isn’t stray tickled my ankle. I picked him up and he jumped straight down. Cats are like women; they only want you when you have something to offer. It’s okay, because its consistent, we can love them for their honesty. On the other hand, us men are big dumb dogs. We want nothing but everything as long as it isn’t sympathy or pity. Can you imagine how frustrating it must be for cats, to endure the innocence and kind heartedness of dogs?
Us men, so perfect in all the wars we started, all the dog fights because someone pissed on your place where you piss. All the drool for things so simple.
Now, a pray mantis sits on my laptop. Dancing to the music. You couldn’t make this shit up, this is what happens when you drink, when you don’t put boundaries on the expression of life. Things happen, they always happen.
It baffles even a monumental mind of my own to try and grasp an understanding of what people actually want. That labels are restraints, there are no good or bad, you are in the hands of divinity, or even better, you are an expression of divinity. They keep handing me the empty scroll, telling me things that cancel the same sentence out. This, this is just a cycle of suffering. To clean the stains from your fabric as you're being putting back in the wash. Let’s all get to enlightenment where there is no duality. Well, tell me, at that place where duality does not exist, how can drinking be bad?
Let me put the boot on the other sopping wet foot, drinking isn’t bad, drinking isn’t good, but what is better?
I listen to these sober people, I listen to the discipline love sharers, the bliss salesman, they’re so oblivious to their own bullshit they generally believe it. So they want you to be sober with them, so you can be ignorant with them. They’re too busy healing to live. Learning about love to love. They can give their entire selves to a stupid fucking bongo but not a friend. I admit, whilst drunk my recklessness could make a pain enthusiast whimper. Not really, I just drove home drunk and fell asleep on a scooter. Let’s just say my decision making is intriguing. I sound like a pom.
But show me something better. Do not tell me that this life is nothing but a manifestation of your senses for the universe to experience itself and for you to cleanse the cluster of energy that has formed so firmly it entered into a three-dimensional portal to break itself down. A knot in the trunk of a sacred oak tree. Don’t tell me it’s all nothing but mere magic and beauty and you never need to worry ever again BUT you can’t drink.
Give me a reason to endure this boredom of your mundane philosophies so obvious with the motive to convince yourself you aren’t just a scared little child like the rest of us. Bereft at the sheer irrelevance of all that pain. Tell me not to go somewhere, somewhere different than before, to fall easily into the night and wake at a whole new place, a new village, a new town full of characters to observe.
There is going to be heart break, when wisdom strolls off without you and you're sweeping the shards of your heart off the dirty road. It will always be awareness to move closer to God. The only thing that can aid the separation from your soul. Faith; all the same words and lingo that have nurtured men and women to their death beds with the ability to smile.
Let go; love is the greatest teacher and like all masters, easy to hate, easy to confuse its lesson for the reasons you need them.
Other days, when all those shards are together, dancing, not a worry in the world, remain humble and grateful, you didn’t get there alone, just by yourself.
We are here to help others; don’t be so busy with the universe you forget to love an atom.
One day, I will have a child, then another fifteen, and I will hold their heads instead of a beer. Instead of a joint. Instead of a laptop. And what will I feed him?
The milk of his gorgeous mothers’ breast…
But who will pay the bills?
Yes, the same character they kept trying to change. You can try and change him. He will show himself in a new manner. Whatever it may be.
This; with all my wisdom, faith, love and compassion, is the best option for now.
So, please, when I feel the sweetness of the beer that touches my lips and makes me feel like it’s all alright, that these fingers have something to muster, that this mind can make you laugh and may just others, that the light may be artificial but it leads you to somewhere real, let me drink in peace, because I believed the Buddhists when they said labels don’t matter, I show no prejudice to information I feel true, and if peace is peace, then baby, it is peace.
