After the Show

“Never allow anyone to rain on your parade and thus cast a pall of gloom and defeat on the entire day. Remember that no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, are required to set up in the fault-finding business. Nothing external can have any power over you unless you permit it. Your time is too precious to be sacrificed in wasted days combating the menial forces of hate, jealously, and envy. Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.” 
staaarsheeps
You wanted to see how I roll,

Set me up a sight to behold

Used my defense against me

but I saw straight through, see

Expendable from the beginning,

cause color of my skin I ain’t winning

I acted the fool to gain the trust

now it’s you who rides the short bus

I gain by no violence, put away the guns

Something you thought I’d never done

Read my spits and angered licks

You knew the inside tricks

Don’t look now, I’m a thing to behold

Even if you trashed me, I’m makin gold

My rise is not a thing you saw

In fact it’s not from man at all

There is a way you can all can go

I’ll see you there after the show….

After the Show

“Never allow anyone to rain on your parade and thus cast a pall of gloom and defeat on the entire day. Remember that no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, are required to set up in the fault-finding business. Nothing external can have any power over you unless you permit it. Your time is too precious to be sacrificed in wasted days combating the menial forces of hate, jealously, and envy. Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.” 
staaarsheeps
You wanted to see how I roll,

Set me up a sight to behold

Used my defense against me

but I saw straight through, see

Expendable from the beginning,

cause color of my skin I ain’t winning

I acted the fool to gain the trust

now it’s you who rides the short bus

I gain by no violence, put away the guns

Something you thought I’d never done

Read my spits and angered licks

You knew the inside tricks

Don’t look now, I’m a thing to behold

Even if you trashed me, I’m makin gold

My rise is not a thing you saw

In fact it’s not from man at all

There is a way you can all can go

I’ll see you there after the show….

Chains of Friendship – Leaving abusive relationships

“there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late”
Charles Bukowski 

Ive seen a friendship that is evil in its alliance. An alliance bound with chains. Chains forged by links of loneliness, pain, heartache, and despair. Links formed by a desire to please, perceived opinions, obsession, and a mad desire for approval of the friendship. Leaving autonomy behind, approval and praise are the goal. Giving all to please, a trap is sprung that will never release individuality. Friendship gained by such means is doomed to have the pleasure of the captor satisfied at the expense of me, the captive, throughout its lifespan. Many, so many, are the tricks used to keep the prisoner under the curse. Sex, drugs, gang association, vengeance, praise, but most of all, attention. All tools of the trade for the captor. The captor, obsessed with selfish preoccupation, recognizes the weakness of me, the prisoner, now helpless in my clamor to belong. In collaboration with selfish will, cruelty soon follows; after every “beating” I crawl back making sure I haven’t ruined our friendship.  How many will suffer at the hands of a cruel friend, a cruel partner, a cruel companion?! Be free! Be free from conformity to that will, prisoner of friendship! Don’t be afraid to stand alone, to stand free, to stand apart! Break those dark chains that bind you to suffering at the hands of your friend and know that you deserve better.


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