Take a hit bro

Psst.
There’s this drug I know about.
Gives the illusion of pleasure,
it’s poison and completely legal.
Everyone’s doing it.
Chances are your parents and grandparents are hooked too!
It destroys the mind, body and environment.
It will eventually destroy humanity.
It doesn’t take years from your life,
but does take life from your years.
It’s called EXCESS and you’re living in it.
Take a hit and pass it around bro.
-Geary LeBell

What’s it really about from 2013

It is so strange reading this piece from almost 5 years ago! LOL

I’m at a strange point in my life. From psychological perspective, I feel like there have been more changes in the past couple years that have been experienced in my entire time on earth. When looking at the past, I see myself as an angry person. Not so much at the people or situations in my life, but at myself; internally. Never happy with the way things go, always looking for something more, never appreciating my accomplishments or the people in my life or the way things are. A tug of war between positive and negative emotions. These days, the positive emotions are winning the tug of war.

That analogy is pretty lame as it doesn’t begin to express what’s happening. I see many people around me struggling with their own life complications, something I never really considered or noticed before and it affects me. I feel an understanding and compassion now, where as before I would shut them out emotionally, discard them, judge them. It seems everyone is dealing with “stuff” and so am I. In a way, I think it unites us as imperfect beings and the key is realizing and accepting that your imperfect; we’re all in this together.

It really is a state of mind. Being self-conscious, angry, depressed, having low self-esteem only get in the way of your true self. It’s there, I can feel it… if I could just let go of all the baggage; to realize all that’s negative doesn’t serve me at all.

Grey

A past that’s dark
Tomorrow’s a fight
we’ve missed the mark
but what is right?

A corruption of thought
Refined to expect
Manifesting what’s taught
It’s what we project

What is the I
That afflicts us all
A damaging cry
The path to our fall

The search for grace
A continuous spin
Can’t find that place
It’s already within

Tied to the things
Words and thoughts
They all seem to sing
Listen to Watts

It’s game to play
And falls away you see
Immerse in grey
There is no key

This poem is spent
Do not get stuck
The words are cement
I bid you good luck
-Geary LeBell