Pick me swiftly
Lift me with the skill of your own unique art
I don’t care what Art it is
Only that you Own It
Draw me, paint me if you please
But first you have to reach me
And for god’s sake, dear man –
First you have to see me
I have no use for pedestal
I have no use for gutter
I may take on the role of Muse, but I won’t be your mother
Do not call me witch, or I’ll use my Witch on you
Leave me off your labels, and I might let you in my room
Honor What Lives Now in me, don’t make it such a fix-ed thing
I am ever-changing
I am Real
I want to be Felt
I am fleshed out and if you don’t know what I’m talking about
I think it’s best you go
I am so sick of your many projections
“She’s probably, like…”
Like something you just made up?
What’s the matter little boy,
Couldn’t ask for directions?
Are you too afraid to Actually Know?
When we get through the requisite highs
The heat that meets in the beginning
Can you handle the requisite lows?
I want to know you have What It Takes
Do you have what it takes?
Do you have what it takes to make it through the wretched and hellish, the dark and demeaning?
To scorch your soles on the burning fire and find The Thing with meaning?
Did you hesitate?
Then it might be too late for you
You’ve got to Know
Because I do
I’ve been through it all and back again
Intimate with Soul
As enemy and friend
I know exactly what it takes
To discover, to suffer, to die, to create
I will no longer entertain
The fearful, stuck or weak
The He who cannot honor love
The He who cannot reach
I am reserved for the man who can open his eyes
See me fully and stand in his power
Just as I stand