Everyone is trying to find their voice. Where did it go? Do I have one? Did I ever?
You cannot see what is right in front of you.
Where Your Voice Lives
Your voice lives in your fearlessness. In the hope that he will kiss you. The courage to lean in. The fear that it will all go terribly wrong.
Your voice is that ringing in your head put down on paper. That singing in your heart released as song.
It is following your sinful nature without ever pondering remorse. It is knowing what you know and feeling what you feel. Showing love to strangers and doing something real.
They Told You It Was Bad
Your voice was always in you but they told you it was bad. You had to learn their language. Match their brand of sad.
Your voice is a piercing madness. Not everyone will get it. And you do not want everyone to get it. Their not getting it makes you more you.
Your voice is angry sometimes. Blood-curdling in its timbre. Let it rage. Let insanity consume you.
Do Not Let It Tell Lies
Your voice will whisper with grief. Tell you and others lies. It will attempt to dazzle for affection. Pandering for someone’s focus.
Do not let it tell lies. This is the weakness of expression. Courage is standing strong in truth even if truth means vast depression.
Your voice will shake and quiver when someone sees into your soul. Let yourself be seen and consumed.
Own Your Fraudulence
Your voice is a child that must be nurtured. When shoved in a dark closet and fed dog food, the neighbors will see you as a fraud.
Let them see you as a fraud. Own your fraudulence. They are afraid of their own perversions. Put yours out in the open.
Your voice is everything disgusting about you. It is beautiful. Let yourself be trash. The landfills have a liberated heat to them that is rising.
Surrender to What Is In Front
Your voice is what you find while rummaging. It is the egoless power of giving up. Surrender to what is in front of you. Make that your God.
It feels grim, your voice. But then the clouds clear. Your job is to draw the light that penetrates. To shout how it feels to be licked by angels.
Tell Us What You Cannot Not Say
Your voice is not pretty. But it is raw in power. Untapped in potential. Filthy in richness.
Do not tell us what we need to hear. Tell us what you cannot not say. Bleed it onto paper.
There is no truth. But there is solace. It is found by screaming out the voices which rattle between your ears.
Live Your Life to Learn Your Life
Your voice is not perfect. Perfection is a myth. It starts with frigid blasts that paralyze you. Push through. Relax into. Sink below. Rise above.
Do not listen to anyone until you have shouted a million words. Do not take advice. Live your life to learn your life.
Wisdom is knowing you only know what you know. So tell us. We will roll our eyes at you. We do not care about what you have to tell us. Tell us anyway.
Your voice is for you. It is not for others. Find your own clarity and you will become transparent to us. You will become beacon-electricity.