Blakeism

It first occurred to me when I reached the age of sixteen and I started to have my own dreams and aspirations. My conformity with the beliefs of others had reached a stage of expiration. I found that I didn’t fall in line as easily as I used to. I developed my own beliefs and my own way of life. My own fife, if you will. Not to toot my own horn but I was different and a freethinker from the day I was born. When I realized this, my life got harder. Fights with my father and hatred from my grandmother even as I tried to preach to my little brother cause he’s up next and he wants to know what’s best. He wanted to know what my take on life was and well,

I wrote this.

Knowledge is power and you can never forget that.
But it’s not in us to have all of it
So don’t trip when they call you this next one,
Ironically, just ignore all the bullshit.

I believe ignorance is unavoidable.
If it means to not know, then that’s true for everyone.
No one knows everything; it’s not in our capacity to comprehend
Even if some of us would like to pretend.

I mean who truly wants to know everything anyway?
Yeah you’d gain some type of superiority for a few days
But think of the disconnection and disarray
From all the things you’d know but never want to say

Which is why no man should know everything
And why no man should call another ignorant
In truth, it’s human and it connects us all.
So don’t condescend from that pedestal because you’re bound to fall.

Duality personified, 18 & I feel like I died.
Well that’s cause I used to think I deserved death.
I was beginning to number my own breaths.
Until God opened my eyes and gave me a little help.

I believe there’s good in every single breathing human.
I see the pure heart in us all even those who shoot men.
We poison the hearts of others by using the term evil or evils,
Just ask yourself sometimes how the ‘villain’ feels.

This one in particular took me a while to grasp
Because I too have a dark past.
I’ve done things unforgivable and they drove me crazy
Until the victims of my crimes came back to me and forgave me

That’s when I learned that no one is pure evil or pure good
We’re all just terribly misunderstood. No one understands.
Truthfully I wish we all could but that’s a fantasy giving fruition the cold shoulder.
Like a toddler trying to push a boulder.

Overwhelmingly silent yet he speaks now more than ever.
Even as I type this, the connections with him get better.
The human ones start to sever and I think I know why.
The men who wrote the Bible were human, right?

I believe we’ve given God a false personality.
Hatred instead of love and apathy.
Does he really care who we love?
Or are allowing ourselves to become the judge?

Burning crosses to inspire murder and calling it faith.
I truly do not know how much of this I can take.
Not to mention, I’m a Christian myself.
Yet if you ask to conform to traditional ignorance, you’ll fail.

I will not under any circumstance buy into the hatred
That radiates from the pews we occupy Sunday morning.
I won’t tolerate the insensitive statements,
that fill the sermons that truly bore me.

Which is why I’m considered an anomaly amongst them all.
That one kid who’d rather stray away from the throng.
A believer with a faith like none other.
You know, the one that comes to church with his grandmother.

But I digress from my original point, little brother.
Summarization of my beliefs could be brought to one sentence.
This is it: never let anyone stray you from what you know to be right.
Even amongst all the strife, never ever let another dictate your life.

Humans are fickle anyway.

Blakeism, my way of life. Don't make it yours. You'll go crazy.
—   (@princexhermes) June 25, 2013