I just want to tell my truths. I just want to inspire. I just want to educate. I just want to help focus. I am the same day after day; but day after day changes for me. For you to know my struggle between my spirit and my self would make you wonder why I don’t let my spirit live and just kill my self myself. But eventually my self will be killed and my spirit will live on. Meanwhile, I’ll just flow on the staff of silence.
I was always taught to listen, watch and learn, and don’t say shit. But instead when it counted I didn’t listen, I was the show to watch and I never said shit because that would at least keep a lil bit of attention off me. So now when you don’t see me on the dance floor, I’m facing the door sipping a short glass of Private Stock or Firefly. That’s the only constant between my self and my spirit is my staff of silence. When I do speak—believe me, it is intentional because I’m not in a position where I have to speak to everybody. And most would say I’m bipolar on a given day I may be all smiles and then with my shades on there is a coldness that even a polar bear can’t handle.
I don’t listen, I experience life. Because I didn’t listen I was sick from something I could have avoided. Because I didn’t listen, I have habits I can’t let go of. Because I didn’t listen I still drive when I’m over the limit…speed and spirits. ‘Cause I don’t listen I still do it my way. ‘Cause I didn’t listen I still don’t make use of the barriers. ‘Cause I don’t listen I’ll lose it all and gain more than I ever thought I needed. Cause I didn’t listen I’ll pay for doing the same sins again and again. But I’m just talking over a staff of silence and this will probably just deafen ears and the only ones who’ll hear me will be deaf.
But I’m a functioning story of working through the pain, working through sin, working through the struggle, working through the closed doors, working through the failure, working my way to Heaven….you’ll never hear me say ‘woe is me’ because I don’t weep for longer than a minute. I’m painting my real life and folk still see it as a fairy tale. They even call my career imaginary…haha, friends even nickname me Tommie…
That’s why I’m so deep b/c I don’t say nada…always thinking, always twisting my thoughts on the cerebral rollercoaster just trying to work through…always just vibin’ to the randomness in natural sounds. Silence is good for me; I tend to hold my peace. What you see is not what you get. The best interpretations are through reflections on the staff of silence.
Paradigm of Parodies: Paradise, Peril, and Peace by ACE Jaunty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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