I'm sorry I got rid of…

I'm sorry I got rid of…
there are material things sometimes
stuffies that are used as tools to convey
messages forged to impart ideas and
mucho revelations to other breathing
fleshies such as i be in humble attire…

I'm sorry I got rid of…
all the toys of my youth that kept me alive
for years on end and the stories they inspired
to proclaim whatever parable I desired to
play in all my heart's joy and innocent abound
as we continued forward in growth and plans…

I'm sorry I got rid of…
the instruments of delightful musical
Time in measures given toward all I
once cherished and had worked hard to
attain in my vocation of youth as was
known by few and loved by the sum…

I'm sorry I got rid of…
vast amounts of paints and substrates of matter
performed in the hours of the morning darkness
and stored with the intent going forward to
become something it was wished to be but in
honest reality not quite resolved as yet…

I'm sorry I got rid of…
my costumes of my performances that made a
splash in the art circle where we dwelled to
take up a quest to fortune or even a similar
tribe as what I now call vacuous aesthetics max
where as I have found a better thrust forward…

I'm sorry I got rid of…
all those humans I was more than fond of with
their human bodies entwined around me in that
sea of pleasure to subdue all forms of insecure-
ness and propose the final virtues allowed on
all my seven tears of convince for touching…

I'm sorry I got rid of…
any remnants of discovery that brought me to
this place of being who I am and what I will but
wrought upon any power I can bring myself
to adopt the ultimate ways of Love to all the
masses who will need my help to survive...