FUTURE'S MONARCH :: 2012

Richie/

I will never be prepared

For my future.

Holding back

Will never stifle change.

Futile is creating walls

To stop the flow of feeling -

When they always crumble

Under purpose’s reign

Destiny’s prison

Is a self-imposed cell

Devoid of risk’s imagination.

There is no crown,

There is no glory,

There is only a death

By conformity’s stagnation.

I feel as if the sun has risen

Inside of me.

That this tender source

Of unbridled empathy…

Fuels what others

Could never know,

Could never see -

That longing

To be great,

To be greater than the sum of me.

There is nothing more powerful

Than growing older,

Because each experience

Brings me closer

To my own divine truth.

These wrinkles

That would be erased

Are the remnants of smiles

And tears

That I’ll be damned

That I ever lose.

You see,

These are my photographs.

My body is my scrapbook

And occasionally

There are markings

Etched into my skin

That reflect what a moment

Gave and I willingly took.

This is my bible

This is my history.

This is my legacy

Built by my haus

Of liberté.

I craft my inner kingdom

Like a Sphinx

I will never tell my secrets

I hold them inside of me.