Humble Home Embrace

Humble Home Embrace

Sometimes I hate certain people kind of, I guess, and yes, somehow

For misunderstanding, misjudging and mistreating me by far

They have not the slightest idea of who I really am

Or who even they in honesty and sincerity are

They keep spinning themselves a construct of figment

OK, but, heck and damn it not a bit of a bummer self-aware

Usually, I don't give a flying fig and take it with humor

Then sometimes I give a big shit and I do CARE

Sometimes I can't stand it, the intolerable

The impudence, the infamy, and the outright brass

That's when I feel violated, cumbered, conflicting for dear life

A "barking dog", snarling, baring its teeth, no false demeanor, no class

I've been always left on my own any old how

With no understanding, condemnation and disgust

I wish I could be recognized gently sometimes nevertheless

Met with ignorance or fear in those moments, I'd rather love trust

I'd love to be seen for what I am, be it ever so inside

None to be afraid of, no enemy and no devil in disguise

On contrary, I need to be protected once in a while

Can't anybody see it, be patient and be wise?

Is it possible to look into my eyes?

                                         And capture my naked me?                                        

Is it possible? 

To SEE?

The naively good I wish for everybody

Even though they're not treating me right

Is it possible to believe in palm lightness?

In the darkness of an ephemeral fight?

I need your help in moments like those and this

I need your best, your distinction and forbearance art

I need you connected, courageous and kindly

With me, for me, backing - not apart

Sometimes I'm my biggest enemy at that

For the reason alone leading opinions astray

For burden me lots of unbearable blame and guilt

For hiding in and for me, distracting and delay

I wish I had some arms around me

To give me shelter and a home

I wish I could give all me

To all and one alone

I don't want to limit anymore what I ever will have to give

Being afraid of it could be as usually, oh, always be too much

Let me cuddle you, embrace and care, be ingenuous

Be the one who loves all of it or else or such

I eventually will not contribute to secular kind of things

There may not be more money, more credit, and alike more fame

All I have to offer you is sincerity, dignity, and honor

And all my, oh, so much love taking AIM

Taking AIM to love you

Me and the world and all around

Taking AIM to AIM at our dearest dreams

For finding them and finally be found

HC_B - 01/10/15

[12:48 AM]