poetry
from the darkest
saddest
most horrific corners of the mind
is about me
and yet can not be

just as joy
bubbling up like candy
in the hearts of loving children
as they share
their sweet innocence
of life’s lonely river
to the sea

we are free

and yet
the i in me
struggles
as the me me memes
bedazzle

there is no reason
to this practice
there are no consequences
save the power to change

ways of being
will always be true
when all true beings
stop pretending
it’s all about you

you know who

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m