be right, be wrong
be weak, be strong
be a total jerk, or a total not
be all the things ya want, or forgot
be sensitive, be sharp
be detached, be dark
be light, be lost
be found, be not
anything but your damn divine self
throw my spirit to heights past stars
or drag me down to the depths of hell
call me psycho
or whatever you want
just never wanna be to you,
that causes rolls of eye, "not again"
as in, "what now",
"does he want", chiming in...
via text, via mail, "the e" or "the snail"
via voice, here, no choice
you're the shit that makes the sun
shining down like a beam, enveloping
a striking awareness,
life all around me, developing
be sorrowful, enraged
be unkind, uncaged
be sweet, be provoking
in your thoughts, be stoking
all the fires, the embers, admired
you, the one thing
i could never seem to run from
even if ya wear me down
at times, that's just a part
of the deal, what's been found...
be broken, be bruising
be straight, be confusing
be present, then gone
be short, then long
be together, as in "with it"
be befuddled, as in "out of it"
be the pre-game show, be the start
be sometimes, touchingly torn apart
but please, my fucked up, for you, heart
don't you ever, the gift, you, leave
be whatever it is you are, want, need
I'll say thank you, I'll say please
there is no shame, only strength
to be anything beautifully
except the "just be you"
that's all i care
cuz your magic, can't help it
to me, that's just truth.
doesn't have to make sense
or be, like science, exacting, understood
doesn't have to be either
all bad, all scary, all good
some shit just is
and you, yes, by far
the brightest, found, my universe
so if you need,
go ahead and leave scars
I'll take them in and tend to em, proud
all you've allowed, thus far,
on a cloud
sometimes grey, sometimes "nine"
never cheap, never lame,
it's like you say, "legit", all the time
be you, bruise or bleed me, ok....
but at the end of the day
just you being you
it all feels pretty damn,
soul set ablaze for you,
"man of good n plenty",
bowen hart roselli
30 september 2020
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