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Dear & Sincerely, Me


I keep catching,
inner faced when I wake with 
the strangest of dreams.  
Then I see this
displaced person 
afraid if it worsens. 

so dream after dream...
I'm in hopes that I'll be
never engrossed 
with the ghost I see. 

Each road I paved, 
I see it's in anguish. 
mistaken to now only be inflamed,
and hate that I made it. 

Still 
there are days having faith in
But no matter if your reigned with hatred 

these walls are my cages 
as the days hit.

It's so deep, yet so peaceful, 
an inception I impressed in this blessing, my son. 
No question, perfection in he. 

I love that you're not me. 

I love that you're a part of me. 
I love that this is cathartically an art yet a war with me. 
I love that you do what you can 
when you can support me. 

Whoa.... 
I love this and it's crazy. 

The time I put inside, 
and what I find is so amazing. 

Nope, 
I never felt it fading. 
Forever an image I painted. 
Until then, it's caged in. 
Unlocked 
till it's on these pages. 

So... remember each and every day is
really what you make it...
W-whoa... 

Enlightened what I find atop. 

When I write
it's like when you hear a song. 
You find the tone 
then come to sing along. 

Y-eah!!

Let it out.
Let it out.

Stormy days do cloud my brain, 

but then a touch of ray 
makes a light torch, 
a bright force. 
(H-Hey) 
That's what I write for. 

Perseverance 

through times it'll really be stormy. 
W-Whoa
but I'll never be worried 
through the day until I wake 
each and every morning

cause of course I'll be 

a different sort of being, 
when I admit the kind of things 
through reflections
seeing eye to eye. 

Reminding me, 
"Love me for me!" 
Imperfections I'll agree, 
but that's what makes me, "Me!"
and all that I feel inside 
and there...

I reside

to digress, 
I fight with 
a mindset.
(I'm trying. Oh, trying) 

but sometimes

I feel it's best to hide. 
Instead, 
coincide 
a suicidal, psycho-
analytic coalition in with 
my intuition 
but I'm indebted forever to these frictions 
that make me envision, 
each and every second, 
to a life I really want to be living. 

Healed w/ thy help. 

Fulfilled in what 
I've forgave myself (Not a lie) 

To realize this inside 

is a weight to be lifted, 
that puts me in a position
when I look in the mirror. 
It gives a familiar fear 
that triggers my spirit 
to let it out. 
Let it out. 

Oh, no more lies to be sliding by. 

My, oh, my

Inside I'm dormant. 

Lash as a torrent, 
a forefront to this day, 
and each & every moment 
cause I've been 
face to face 
to see what's really important. 
No more being at war with
these horrible misfortunes.

DIBKIS      *Do It Big Keep It Strange


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