Talking to myself

A Poem by Melekije

What compels the trigger between your ears hearing the angel, versus the devil?

Is it the innocence of an angle we base one shoulder on which will only speak of truth, compassion, and logic? Meanwhile the other shoulder sits a voice that justifies the unjustifiable, the what if’s suddenly trickle into why not’s and there is no reason? Should this be none other than the desires we seek masked with the reality we live? Or the troubles we burry away that when arise wreak more havoc then when they were born? All of the simple question, a question needs answers and sometimes we are given a few. Smoke arise from the glazed eyes that sleep yet never achieve slumber. Smiles awaken from the laugher we hold within ourselves for somehow making it out alive every day. Cheers to another day well done and finding company even if within ourselves. Tilt your hat to the angel for advice to be remembered and high five the devil for helping you find out what you don’t ever want to feel, shake your hands with the mind that is contemplating it all, take it all in and realize you’re a little fucked in the head but in the end okay.