Growing every moment to serve new sprouts.
Guide me in the way of wealth and riches.
Burnt roads with golden libidinous taunts, moans, and bitches.
My inward sacred whores with hordes of Cheshire kitty grins.
The Lion roars as bothered life spins.
Vestige thoughts of family’s past.
Blowing hurtful sands, integrity to blast.
Affluent adolescent of indulgent cheeks.
The Lion roars as bothered life speaks.
Cull out for me indentations of fatuous routine.
Crooked, correct, faulty, haunted teen.
Narcotic spiritual rise to burden other’s thoughts.
The Lion roars as bothered life plots.
Immured for seasoning, will simmer long.
Birds and frogs in the wind singing its lonely song.
Yet the sun still beckons as the oceans grow deeper.
The Lion roars as bothered life awakens the sleeper.
Somatic and mindful peace will join me now.
Never to infer or reject, accepting no vow.
The time for lust, love, dreams, and learning.
The Lion roars as bothered life starts burning.
Behold monsters rising and laying down.
Sudden calm takes the weary crown.
Worry not willing nor joy the link.
The Lion roars as bothered life rids of former stink.
Raised and bred with great structures of ethics and morals we observe the even greater hypocrisy of our heroes and antecedents. The most strong and stalwart parents and leaders have their magnificent flaws.
As a young man I saw and the faults of those instructing me to not do as they do. They did not think I saw or understood. But I did. I internalized the conflict to a degree of utter rebellion against their right to honor.
Now, I am a parent and how will my children see me as I instruct them in the ways of life. To think what they think I am thinking about how they act and think consumes me.
Yet I must guide and be righteous in my decisions.
We are not perfect.
But, in our imperfections and awareness, we reside in pureness not needing to be flawless.