Used to Be

Used to Be
................ For My Goddaughter Marithia


Before,

................ A time of compassion,
................ There I lay,

Naked,

Carefree
................ Watching sizes of white fluff pass by in a sea of a warm breeze,
................ Gently touching the light blue, open, never ending sky.

Opened to the heavens,
................ to my faith,
................ to the trees,
................ to the leaves,
................ to the poisonous caterpillars,
................................ bright,
................................ beautiful,
................................ lanky,
................................ with interesting spikes of familiarity that emerges from
................................ their backs and through their heads.

I watched as my youth flew by,
as time passionately ticked,
without hesitation to wait for no one,
and never hold.

Childhood relapses in a never ending spiral of Nirvana

There was no use for physics,
................ colorful balls bouncing without question,
................ flattened pancakes of plastic soared through the air,
................ gliding unknowingly to the black strip,
................ green luscious carpet,
................ or companion,

who may or may not have been innocent,
who may or may not have been myself,

and being the first and only
born from different physicality
but not from soul
has had it’s advantages
fately love inspiring truth,

into what I believe is the shocking cremation of old concepts,
and brings passion into family
instead of family into passion.

I was young and foolish,
yet understood
................ beliefs,
................ church,
................ God,
................ Jesus,

and yet was completely oblivious
to the true creation of the world.
I had been innocent
with a lasting freedom of generosity.

Oblivious true,
but motivation set me free
onto a path of Gold
and not onto what reality
................ forces to guide.


The Catcher in the Rye
shines to be a wonderful existence
even while we are bombarded
with the pessimistic
eternity of society,
but believe this catastrophe
takes its course.

We are all given opportunities
We are all given passions
to live innocently,
without sin,
forever and ever.