On the Intolerance of Cute Things & Acceptance of ‘No’

Butterfly Rocket
Album name of the decade
No
Cuteness paired with violent power
Hummingbird Bomb
In the same vein,
   but only a song,
      never an album
Shame, contempt and jealousy riddle every moment
A legacy of grade school
A penalty for standing silent alongside bullies
   (If only verbally)
Bad karma resounds for a lifetime

Butterfly Rocket:
No.
Boys dont cry
Men dont feel
The burial of feeling
Freezes it in amber wordlessness
What is without words cannot be healed
Cannot be brought into the light
Cannot be mended

Luminescently
Silent your mouth
Counts your breath
Starting over, 1
Do not
Count me, she says
Just watch
Me come
And then go
In
And then out
Calm
And then ease
Revolution
And then silence

Take no for an answer
That’s a level for some
Take no for an answer and dont feel bad about yourself
That’s a level for many
Take time to consider your words
Let your social skills freeze and fade
Everything is worse
Everything is bad
You dont want meditation
You want the mundane, well worn, path more traveled
But you’ve gone far, far, too far, on this path
You can never return to change your choices
You can never return to change their changes
You can never trade shoes with another and have their life
You can never
You can never

41 years down
Possibly less to go
Wait and see
Use each day wisely
Take all the right chances
Never let right opportunities pass by

Be yourself
See yourself
Know yourself
Let yourself go

Let it be
Let it exit
Let it lie
Let it sleep

Awake with optimism
Awake with knowing you are enough

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