Why do you feel the need to be accepted?
Why do you feel the need to explain yourself?
Why do you feel the need to be humble?
Why do you fall in love only to be broken?

Here is my answer....
l am an authentic person climbing trees to unplack rotten fruits that no-one feels the need to have
I am a messiah carrying a blooded cross to a demise for others to live on safely
l am a tailor sawing torn clothing and reviving them to newness
l am a manson building houses out of broken bricks for others to have a home.
l am a phycologist listening patiently yet tormented by the demons conversed to me in my solitude.
I am a white cane to the blind.
I do not yearn for acceptability I provide comfort to hearts clinging to despairing circumstances.
I do not need acceptance from my peers l have an abundance of pure love falling through my veins like a river..

l am misunderstood l dont mind

Because l prune down the branches that grow from the nourishment l feed from my roots and yet no produce
l love my anger that l show to those that belittle my pride and l replenish it religiously with fueled anger like a farmer does to an irrigational plantation
like a ciggerate smoker am addicted to the peace l feel from bleeding bullies that leech on innocence to fatten their broken egos,
l die everyday from this overwhelming desire to exercise my vigilante on the evil lurking in the dark although darkness is my allay
l have no respect for disrespect that is exercised to command respect to a lesser man..
Am allergic to authority demanded to demean talent and imprison it for self benefit.

What l am?
Am a loving person with a huge heart that carries so much pain that l cannot let go
When l care I protect you even if that leaves wholes in my armor with blood drips ebbing away my life.
l do not love for reasons because they fade eventually;
l love because of a similarity of souls and that tethers me to a person,
no matter what l won't stop loving myself and people in my orbit.
l do not purse dreams why should l when already they exist in my head?
l am tantamount to this earth I cannot be understood easily;
Deemed to be an intricate puzzle yet my transparency is clear in day and night but yet a different sight for numerous eyes.
l can be whatever I want to be.......
lf my silence is hard to comprehend how can my words be understood?
Why am l talking to myself when l know who l am?
l want to be understood for who l am?
No l want you to understand the warning signs and the danger of breaking the rules travelling to my heart.
I am talking to myself to help you while hurting myself with repetition.
There is a table reserved in my mind daily for a paramount conversation between a number of demons and a feel angels.
Fuck it,it's chaotic and dangerous and no conclusive decisions that's why am a ticking nuclear bomb.....




© luisRupende