Everyone wants to be a hero but nobody wants to go to war. But if you find yourself there, looking down the pious' barrel of grandiosity, rip off the Band-Aids, the bandages, the Scotch tape and TP, pick and pull the scabs and create scars, open up old wounds, deny cold compress and comfort and let the bruises creep like watercolors,split yourself wide open and expose your weakest point. Your Center. Drain yourself, bleed out and leave a trail of reminders, rubble and blood as your bread crumbs,
never forget where you came from but forgive yourself. Scrape and chip at the cracks and crevices and create and coax the fault lines, hit rock bottom and dig, excavate, peel back the layers and separate and disconnect and self destruct. Dynamite your way to hell, take your darkest secrets and your fears and your flaws and your fetishes and your addictions and your depravities,
You take all the Bad and the Ugly and make them 6 News, spot light them, make them the center of dinner conversations if need be, tattoo the stratosphere and post the bills with your stigmas and stains. These are not weapons for others to use anymore, they're owned. Now the only pride and fear you have in your life is the very absence of both. That is true freedom, that is when progress is nothing but inevitable! Destroy the word secret and vulnerability and the weaknesses that once defined and denied you seem to kind of slough away and what once held you down now propels you, it catapults you to the sky to burst fray and fry among the stars, the bright blue burst of brilliance lives light years past our physical form. Eternal. You are immortal for the lesson learned, spoken and heard. Your experiences and your perseverance over hardships and mistakes, the fucking trudging through man, those relentless actions, well, they create the evolution from knowledge to wisdom, from passing to permanently perpetual. Nobody lives forever, but what we create and teach and show will. The memories that we leave people will be who we are forever. Our moments will piggyback on the words spoken forever through the echoes of chalkdust and chatter of teachers and students and it's then that our lives are presented as an accident or example. You must not give in, you must give hell.
-Myles Brawner, October 10th, 2018.
He shared this and added “If you know someone struggling make sure they know they have people in their corner. I love you, try and make someone smile today, YOU try to smile today too, hope you guys enjoy…” Indeed brother, Indeed.
credits
from Basement Erotica,
released March 11, 2021
Words written by Myles Brawner
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