My 'so-called' Artistic License...

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and so yes... some sort of unspoken license to fly
higher than the average joe
lower than the hopeless vagabond lying ravaged on the street
i swallow big billowy clouds
i lick dirt off sidewalks
and i fall willingly, (sometimes), into street cracks looking for the seeds of flowers
license to bless, touch, reach bone marrow, offend, push buttons
license to love, hate, understand, wallow in over-the-top compassion
license to break rules, take chances, be impulsive
wear guilt like a banner
license to be a rebel, be outrageous, blow minds
to rip off my skin in deep risk of rejection as the tainted blood spills out
from the raw humanity bared for the world's acceptance, projection, judgement
license to lay sweating as the moon beams through the tiny hole in the window shade
burning its silent roaring reality into my worried fucking brain
license to lie doubled over, knees to chest, begging for God to hold me
in the dark cave of the west
weeping with the sadness of the world
screaming at the madness of the world
license to somehow see through skin, into soul, into vibe
into the jailcells of human existence
license to laugh and cry at the beauty of this big drama
to smile with great happiness at a new birth
and to pray like hell for the child's long road to clarity
to cry in great pain at another death - and try like hell to understand
license to breathe deeply the wind and have it sweep me off my pedestal of 'knowing'
and back into those street cracks where those flower seeds lie waiting

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(c) Cee Cee James  ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
     2020/2026