By Sam Pink
A huge dog charged me in the street snapping
and I just yelled Hey and
it stopped, growled a little then retreated.
My battles settle themselves anymore.
At least, that’s what I want.
Burning in reverse. Problem solved.
We should all be kind to each other.
Isn’t that cool of me to think. I’m so great
and I know you can see it.
Which is what’s important anymore.
The universe meets you right
at the point of existence. Unfolding through you.
Machined finely against your every move.
It takes no pleasure or pain
in your defeat or victories.
Teaching lessons through jokes
you couldn’t dream of, not caring
to be heard. With a morality way beyond
any idea you could ever have.
The universe puts you through cycles
you have to see to defeat, or ignore
and continue to be defeated by.
But the cycle will be presented
as many times as necessary.
And that’s that. I won a long time ago
when I decided to just keep going.
The difference now is, I love it.
I see behind the curtain on mental processes
I’ve developed (and clung to)
and entire architectures disappear
like completed lines in Tetris.
And some will ask, what happens
when they’re all gone, when you’ve cleared them all.
To which I say, Who gives a shit.
I’ve relied on a future version of myself I know is real
but isn’t yet and has shown no signs of coming
and it pulls me up every time.
By muscles earned. Frontiering forward.
I forget myself. All my best decisions
happen without me. Being authentic
is a stupid goal. It’s a pretense
that immediately reverses itself.
A dog doesn’t say
I’m gonna be extra like a dog today.
You should be living it.
It should be obvious. I keep reminding myself
this. It’s at the point now where
everything is absurd
but it’s not depressing, it’s funny and awesome.
It’s like how people morph into chickens
in the eyes of a hungry person in a cartoon
except to me everything morphs into
a golden retriever wearing glasses in front of a computer.
And the difference now is, I love it.
Dropped out of the pageant, king of my own sideshow.
So get with it, stupid.
American Reloading is selling
500 (blemished) 124gr hst’s for like 60 dollars, shipped.
Which is pretty dang neat.
When people say they want to see you change
they mean die.
I freeze stars with how much I hate.
And begin Spring with my warmth.
It’s called being a human.
And the difference now is, I love it.
This is not an audition.
It’s the universe unfolding,
a small part of the big idea.
Everything that happens is my fault
for listening or not.
It’s all my fault and that’s fine.
It only gets bad when I try and
blame anything else.
Because the future is ruthless and right.
I salute you on your path, from mine
where you’re not allowed.
Roses are red
violets are blue.
God loves me more
Than He loves you
Sam Pink – twitter: sampinkisalive
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