(Yet) I’m All of it and None of it...

...in which you choose to label me for

Every door in my psyche opened to explore

Which leads me to compromise my values at the very core

Say no more

Yes... I am human. I am weak. I am strong. I am right, I am wrong

All at once or... separate but equal? It seems my emotions and decisions are like a sequel. The first is always the best, what follows should be laid to rest.

The franchise of my actions loses its audience with every new release

The yin and yang of my life is out of balance

What a challenge

To be able to shift into states of acceptance without judgement is simply not simple.

My own thoughts are my best friends and my worst of enemies; Frenemies

One can not love without the other

Light can not be understood unless the darkness at one point smothered; happiness is nothing without the experience of sadness

My ill fated decisions have been the lead markers of my character, yet within those moments, somehow, I was saved from my own madness

Balance

I can relate to the drunkard, the mentally unstable, the homeless, the addict, the dealer, the uneducated, and even the worthless.

Yes, I am equally dishonorable as I am truthful

I am equally bratty as I am matured and mannered. I am selfish yet giving...

How so?

I am a walking contradiction

A self created affliction

Though one can not tell through my affluent diction

Here’s wherein the friction lies:

The views of others position

If it benefits me but hurts another,

If I withhold discrepancies that could inflict emotional havoc on another, if confessed

If I present to you pain, through my truth,

I will feel the shame

And because of the outcome I will give these things no name

As if they do not exist

Yet, they do, but to who? Will you ever know? Do you need to know? You’ll say yes, I’ll say no, let's agree to disagree. Even then, that’s a tough pedigree

I have been the puppeteer of Oz yet I have been without feeling, without a brain, without a heart, without courage, yet as naive and hopeful as the bitch in the red heels that spark

I hurt as much as I heal

I think as much as I feel

I earn as much as I steal

You see a success, yet I stand as a loser

Life could have been smoother

Had I comprehended many things sooner

Late is better than never, yet one can never be better if they are always late

Now THAT is something in which I can relate

I can exude intensity

I can exude calmness, yet their connection is not one of density, you’ll never see them in equal proximity

I am the best parts of the devil

I am the worst parts of the divine

I can be the best and worst of both if given time

I am no better than anyone, no less than anyone

But I am someone

Someone who can over stand your nature, regardless of the layers on top

I am the homo most closeted men hate to love while congruently being the man that you love to hate

But wait... Did I lose your attention? Was that too real? No, it is MY truth, and mine alone to accept or reject.

I’ll reject myself before you do, I’ll select myself for you, refusing to be last

But I am guilty of all three in the past

Human conditions are not etched in one format, but come in many.

I can stay within the confines of my own comfort and be miserable or I can move beyond these barriers with great discomfort, yet the joy that comes after will be bittersweet

I am whatever you say I am

That is, if I allow what you say to fill my heart, sustain my truth or eradicate the lies

I am beyond all of these but not above

I am stranded/stuck but not beneath

My legacy will be bequeathed to those that care

Be forewarned, step in with an open mind, an open heart,

be prepared to share,

if we so dare....