The Underground Garden: Moved Freedom


 

The only validation I need is for my parking.

Easy come, easy slips through your fingers. Lessons become wisdom and dreams become bigger. Realize fact before what figures. Put the shovel down, hold up the mirror and smile at the digger.

I don’t leash my life
Emotional intelligence is an exercise
Don’t tell me I’m slacking on my sets.

Nature wild they say

As I keep in touch with womb curiosity
Free

Many personalities as I give each reality its true meaning

Free

Can’t take the funk
One range gunk
Show yourself who you really are
Without the front

On me don’t talk

I’ve got echoes in my ears
Been pointed on for years
Don’t you know I know you stare and care?

No One asked you to.

Mania maniac yakkity yak
You’re the Danger
Point blank

You can’t mow this lawn
Bulldoze this forest
Redevelop this jungle

Give it up

If some can rubics cube their brains and it’s out of your range it’s ok to not give it a Strange
Opinions are welcomed but ignored

Emotional intelligence Bitch.

My core won’t hurt
So don’t make it an effort of yours.

Some stand out
Like a cactus floating in the sea
Enjoy the mystery

I do.

I choose

Choose to keep my child In Existence
I owe her all the joy in this life live it up with persistence
So looks on our dancing in the rain
Is truly just a waste of moves from your brain.
K?

Selflessly I’m here for me
Selfishly I love others Free

Turn down for what?

My dial
Hands off

I’m ok with
Incompatibility
When it means the only one adjusting is me.
Please

As you are
I’m welcoming
Are you too free
Free too
Too free?

To some, caring too much is not enough
Sometimes, others see someone could care that much
And don’t like it

Then,
Don’t come to me for Love
If it’s on the levels you can’t touch.

Tough.

I love too much and don’t stay stuck
It fucks people up
Blind to see they pulled the plug

With Criticism of my Being.

Peace sign the last thing you’re seeing.

If it bothers you that I don’t give a fuck
Then don’t give a fuck

Emotional intelligence bitch.

Practice YOUR shit.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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