Inked Tongue

  After a stressful day I give a full blown sigh as I make haste to marinate in my hot bath tub. In a slow but steady pattern, the events of the day flash before my very consciousness  And I make desperate effort to unpack them from my mind  While I sip from the glass of bacardi that sits sexy at the edge of the the bath tub. Jazz music steeps from the boom box and becomes a masseuse to my mind and soul. At that moment, I realize my bathroom has become a dome shielding me from dreadful reality  But I choose to hold on tight to this treat. I do not need to be reminded of the fact that every good thing comes to an end Because in the end I would have met my heart’s desires And maybe I will be too drunk with rum to walk vertically to the bedroom without feeling like I’m stepping on clouds But I’m stepping on clouds Embraced by white fluffy shower robe,  I open the box of pizza laying next to the bed lamp to feed the relentless workaholic that resides in me. All tabs...

I have been awoken by a refreshing slap A refined illustration of how to be a fisherman. I have decided to be the baker of my own bread To feel the heat of the oven  To throw away every morsel of entitlement  To be drunk with aspirations  And not be timid about my weaknesses. I will lovingly embrace my uncertainty  Because it will propel me to rediscovery I will religiously hold on to my fears Because they will remind me that I am but just a man I will accept my failure Because the denial of failure is a more lethal failure  I will not abscond from my pain because it will serve as fuel for this crazy journey  I am ready to go through the loops of adversity  To welcome negative experiences because only from them will I know monumental positive experiences I have been awoken by a refreshing slap To get on my knees and plead for reconnection with my inner man To be in sync with spiritual creativity  To rebuke the clouds of misfortune. No more will I ...