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You are ready/I am ready/dust and bones

By Beto, 23 July, 2022

From dust we are born

and from bones we are gone 

I am tired of many things, and I must resign to all this 

I am tired of living an addiction disguised as love

How can you care about me when you are fucked 

How can I love if being with you is constant survival mode

How do I say I care when I am only scared to be alone

That's not love, that's being lost and wanting to be at home

If being brave means letting go while being afraid of never finding home

Then I must crush every feeling that's a facade and intersect my bad habits with hard spiky stones  

Beat my old face to pulp and reform

Paint you a picture with my blood cascading out of my guts

A revolution of my higher self

can you understand the feelings I fucking dread? 

An uncaring world must be dissolved

In your acidic tears that can hope for no more

To get the peace my ego deserves

My inner child who can barely understand 

That this heart knows no difference from good and bad

I look in your eyes and I see lies

Beautiful butterflies but poisoning in that same regard

I listen to your words but I hear disappointment ringing in my ears

Beautiful melodies designed to sedate my fears

My soul trembles in disbelief 

How can I be so blind? 

How can it be, for someone so strong

To be swayed by the heart of a snake that only bites

You say you’re shedding your old skin 

But that does not mean you stop being a kike

A fool once told me to expect someone to change is the biggest mistake

Well isn't that what Einstein calls insane?

I've been insane many times

But today I am ready...

To renounce to stupidity and proclaim my sanity 

I am not a care taker of toxic beings

Nor a reform station for those who are missing 

But I am here to oblige my ego to love out side of itself

To teach my child that love is not at all being in constant fight or flight

Teaching my heart that a home to be at peace is truly a love to reckon 

So I am ready,

To drown my despair under the light of understanding

Re-engineering my mind to find peace in the storm 

To embrace the pain but also allow the chance for that to turn into joy

Because when the lighting strikes, someone dies and at the same time one comes to life

A circle without extremities

Is that god you see? 

From dust and bones, what really are we to be?

Descending from the heavens, into a hell of our own minds

Is not funny anymore, the way we constantly cry 

Can we all for once agree

That in our insanity we make things worse

My brothers and sisters probably miss me home

But tell me, can I go back before my mission is deemed fulfilled?

For all I know, my life will serve to convince one or two souls

For the better of the world, wouldn't you help us heal?

A singular life, composed of pluralities? 

So unwilling to part take, the world we know may never change 

And in all this suffering, you choose to drunken life and choke it in slow death?

Why is it hard to choose a healthy life over an egotistic despair? 

Don't you know our young are the ones to suffer next? 

If you're mother or father, how can you be so careless and cruel to your young?

Don't you know they only mirror your evil and goodness the same?

If you're an older brother or sister, can you say you are doing your best?

For your young siblings, they must learn the nature of the storm is not to have something to blame

It is to relieve your day and to water your soul at the end 

That pain is suffering only when you don't understand it as the rain that keeps you alive

from dust and bones, 

what more can we make? 

You are ready, to take on new day

I am ready, to live a new paradigm

But at the end of the day

Dust and bones, we must remain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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