Bottled Spirits

The Bottle:

The idea popped into my head last night,

Jeff’s trips are manifested by whiskey, I hope bourbon

What better way to see off my best journey partner, born out of madness,

Then with a real bottle of whiskey.

But where to go,

Which one out of the expansive variety of liquor stores will hold the bottle worthy of this moment,

But like most things I knew I would organically find it,

Anyway,

After buying few things at walgreens I turn and there it is, a small liquor store owned by a retired NYPD Lt, red blooded American and if I support local it’s going to be to my people,

Walk in -no mask required- my people

I’ll tell my man behind the counter of the severity of the situation and importance of this bottle,

What type of whiskey? Fuck idk

I know Jeff said he liked eagle rare,

That hint brings my man to the first bottle and she’s it, I found her,

I rare bottle made once a year in dedication to the distillers father,

Sitting on the shelf for over three months,

She was waiting for me, for this moment.

Price is absolutely irrelevant

Tucked into a perfectly constructed box,

That bares the message:

Chapter 3: The Road Home

What could be more perfect than that,

My newest and one of my greatest friends,

Moving away to better his life with the plans to come back home.

How’s it happen so perfectly?

Are you hearing me?

I used to listen to music,

The catchy beats and words seemed to be background.

My mind so clouded by static of things that didn’t matter.

Once I freed myself from the sound proofing the constructed world built around my mind, I started hearing music.

Each word with powerful meaning.

It was like looking at a picture in black and white,

Now I see in full 4K ultra lcd color.

Starting to realize

7/3/2020

Back in enlightenment, tried to take a break but hit a dark week last week and had to break out…

Broke out by breaking out my man L along the way

How we find each other in times of need when we don’t even know the others situation?

Crazy

Real just recognizing real, stand up don’t kneel

We gonna talk about it, take a seat son

Blood cleans

For a long time now My baby girl has hated bleeding,

To the point where if she even got a scratch that turned red you would think she needed sutures.

And my old mind would just yell and say stop being scared,

A mindless effort to sway a mindful sponge,

If I continued down this road of unsuccessful yelling, who knows the outcome.

But tonight was different.

My baby had what look to be the beginning of a nail infection,

Luckily for her, daddy was and is still is an excessive nail bitter,

So nail infections are my specialty.

Blood scared her so imagine when she heard “INFECTION”.

She acted like this small white liquid was a foreign invader that would soon consume her body.

Instead of my old mindless attempt, I calmly explained there’s nothing to be afraid of it’s just how her body heals.

I parlayed this idea into blood.

I asked her why she hated blood so much.

She thought blood coming out was a bad thing.

No no no my baby girl blood cleans.

I brought my daughter back to one of her most traumatic experiences of her short beautiful existence. A bike accident

The first time my brave little girl was on her bike,

She fell and scratched her knee, and reason why til this day she has not rode again.

I asked her, “when you fell baby, what did you scrape your knee on?”- the road daddy

“And what’s on the road baby?” Idk

“Rocks, sand, and germs baby, so when you fell what did the blood do?”

It cleaned it all out daddy,

Yes my baby girl, blood cleans out the cuts and stops infections,

not the bandaids you cry for when boo boos happen. They stifle the blood that’s cleaning your cut

The sky’s opened,

A whole new aspect has popped into her moldable and always learning mind.

Soon after she was ready to tackle this nothing to worry about white liquid in her toe,

Squeeze it out daddy let’s get the blood flowing.

That’s my girl…..

Nothing is free

Why is it so hard to be nothing?

Or to do nothing.

Why is it so hard?

To sit and wait with no distraction.

Kids love to ask questions, run around grab things, touch things, so adventurous and so free.

But why?

Because they are nothing.

They are pure.

They aren’t filled with the lies and corruption the material world fills you with.

Christmas time, open the present throw away the toy and keep the box.

Why?

Cause the toy is material it’s made it can not be changed.

The box is empty. It is nothing.

So by being nothing it can be anything.

A rocket ship, a boat, a fort, a cave for that pure little minds imagination to take flight.

Next time you feel weighed down by the feelings associated with this constructed world.

Just try to be and do nothing.

I knew before I Knew

7/6/2020

Today is the day to talk

Looked for someone to have the talk with,

Found one only that fit the mold, mind heightening, but of course it’s clickbait

The best things in life seem to lead you disappointment

But let’s digress and come back to home find someone local

She’s just a walk away

But can someone in this small town be able to handle the expansiveness of my mind,

Can’t be too many minds like this in such a small area, L is just upstairs

I find expansive talk with him but do I need to go deeper down this rabbit hole to find the answer I’m looking for,

Or do I just need someone that has verbiage that can define what I’m going thru or what I seek?

Are professionals really made by a signed certificate, or can a master of a craft only be made thru experience?

Let’s talk to an M.D. and see if college expands the mind…..