heart strings

i am not a puppet, under control, with strings

disconnected to the world.

i am glitter and glam; a silver-tongued golden goose.

but, it's all rock n roll.

i am the treat to match your tricks, from the blacklist.

obsessed with self-expression.

i imagine stripping beneath the black moon to show all of who i am.

but this is not a safe space, manifest restriction.

i don't want to.

in other words, 'no.'

i am outgrowing this prison cell and anything less than eutopia-

constantly in motion, internally, while i seem inert

i am that thing-

where my heart is shackled to my brain with bones and skin.

i don't feel a need to explain my art. period.

only limited by the idea of what it is.

i am a real boy.

because i was and am, i will be. present tense.

i see the future's potential already, but so much clearer Now.

my words have their own gravity.

i know, it seems scary.

moving forward means moving into the unknown.

i don't feel twisted and nefarious.

learned and denied uneventfully, i.

i am the shelter from truths you covet about who i am.

existence is a blackhole if you don't know why you are who you are.

i know myself with more authenticity daily.

i speak to myself through time.

i claim this achievement.

i am a champion.

i am my own authority.

i have the will and the power.