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Let Me Ride

(I know I’m crazy) 

I get into it,

wrapped myself all around you,

it’s not my fault what I make contact with—

ripples in effect,

an energy charge that carries.

I get on top,

then I get tired,

¿is this for you or for me?

I get all turnt up,

this is for me.

I get down, for you,

this is my gift,

I offer to you.

Unserious with half my words,

impulsive and calculated,

there’s really no reason,

no theory or headline,

I only say these things out loud because I need a confession.

My mind feels like an exposé,

of the conditions I assumed,

probably throughout my days,

maybe from an early age.

Thanks for letting me use your body to feel my own,

for mirroring me in ways I would otherwise not know.

I appreciate your soul,

let me devote my prayer to you.

My tongue to match my heart,

the warmth of my throat to work like my body does,

when I’m grateful to God.

Life force energy, 

my creative and my animalistic drive.

I bet I ask so many questions,

it probably sounds rehearsed,

it actually probably sounds like I don’t even got nothing to say,

no lead and no case.
I know I’m crazy—

The way I undo myself before the world and don’t even blink about what this does.

Cursed,

is what I call it.

If you know me, you might recall.

There’s something about truth,

I can never hide.

Makes it a little hard,

when everything that must be kept is what I tend to hand out,

when trust is what I openly embrace even at the face of fear,

God is who I see even in daunting places. 

I love hard,

almost like I’m obsessed with the feeling,

aliveness,

impermanence tends to push me to the edge of excess,

but ¿what can be better than radiating

all my love before collapse?

Even then, maybe I can 

begin to rebuild with the abundance in my heart. 

They say hope is not  feeling born out of pure bliss,

to cultivate it deeply we often seek it at times of need,

I know there’s adversity and endless affliction,

so I pull myself out of it by carrying…

into full grace.

Thank you for letting me enjoy life,

for the times I forgot that there’s pain,

for the moments of pure joy and happiness.

For letting me ride,

the tide of your cycles.

The moments that compress and expand,

because we clash and collide.

Exchanging.

Whatever it is we are trading.

the ride of my life, or the ride of the century,

the ride of the night.

Either way, I

enjoy the ride.