My Couch-
My Couch and Pillow Talk;
Living life like Seven Pounds. Giving my soul away and everything I own. Missing my life on the playground. Missing the Motown music as moms cleaned, mhm,
Motown,
Motown,
Motown.
Age and being beyond my years is hitting me all inside. I woke up bedside on this vibe. Feeling like I’ve been numb to things like I’ve been taking pain pills. Mamas kisses use to heal it all. Now I don’t know if she’s going to answer my phone call, now I want to punch my wall but I gotta fix and pay for that. All these rainfalls as life keeps tossing me curve balls. Baseball isn’t even my sport. Can God toss me the ally-opp. Steady looking at the time, when is it my time to go. Clock around my neck like Flava Flav. Looking down every hour then looking up the next. I just my coco butter kisses. I love you moms.
The more I learn the more I shutdown. I want to smoke or drink just to let time pass away, maybe even me too. Just to have fun I have to confuse myself and my mind looking at things crooked eyed. I lay sunk in my couch like I was back in my hospital bed all over again. Pillow over my face screaming in my head, fuck all of this. Visualizing shadows of death. This pointless life and no one worth my time. They can’t handle me, I am too much but I love myself for it.
The way I speak with wisdom.
The way I dress and represent fashion.
The way I kiss, smack and grab your ass in public no caring about other people’s views.
The way I love having sex in the most nastiest ways but never just the bed.
The way I love em as thick as my skin.
The way I love my Depression and PTSD because I know I’ll take it out on my private sex life. I know I’ll take it out with my camera and writings that make you wet or think more and more about life.
The way I act crazy and say the craziest things to random people only making them smile and laugh.
The way I impress all parents and they love me always asking about me.
The way The Mind of Lorenzo elevates with no help but myself.
The way I meditate and loving being a multiculturalist.
Just the way I love myself.
I crumble other minds and society, I am the government. I got too much control and knowledge. Seems like brainwashed fools in my life, too many of you. I see you drool, a bunch of babies. Prisoned yo vision on how to live. I swear I try to see you all as living souls with high potential and light.
Brihadaranyaka Upanishad;
“What is the soul?
The soul is consciousness.
It shines as the light within the heart. ”
I’m sorry too much truth. I know I have a lot more to learn too.
I am normally polite, I know my writings admit a different side of me but I really am.
Knowledge, Learning; I know when to be humble when being taught and then I know how to adjust.
I can say,
learning nothing has much value in this life but it also hurts on the other end. Sometimes I want to be the one loving and wanting everything just wanted to feel that joy again. Balancing happiness, gratefulness, appreciativeness is tough knowing you can’t have an attachment towards that moment or materialistic item. Sorrow lingers but I meditate and realize; I release.
I only want freedom and to live a righteous life for my next life. Freedom only happens the more you let go of everything. I try, I try, the pain I sing. I wait for the prize, ding, ding, ding. When full freedom is here in my life I know nature and objective things shall become helpful friends. I will be in harmony with them.
I lay sunk in my couch with the pillow over face still.
“The Mind of Lorenzo”
Today.
Repeat and meditate, Dhammapada, By ourselves evil is done; by ourselves we suffer. By ourselves evil is left undone; by ourselves we are purified. Purity and impurity are personal concerns. No one person can purify another.
Don’t forget the,
The Four Noble Truths and Eight fold path.