* MONETARY BOREDOM
Do it for love not for expectation . . .
Do it from love not from explanation . . .
Is this truly the way of life to security?
Just enough to keep me stable yet still not able?
A need for money, simply this is the only reason we do it right?
Meetings & rules that are created by corporate fools,
who can't see or live past the delusion of these false diluted rules.
“I will never work a job like this ever again” I think . . .
“never again, never again, never again” I repeat
As life is love & this work is a joke,
how does one begin to blend as if we are yolk?
In this work, I just show up to pretend to care,
Then I get bored, move on, & shuffle thru the daily hustle to do it all again.
This all has come from the loneliness of our own legacy . . .
pretending to be something I know I’m not all that cracked up to be.
Discarded to a system of waste, that has no Que of haste.
Left to waddle around in a pool of distain, used as a cane for our internal pain.
I am already out the door foot to foot by the time the clock strikes 4 . . .
“Excuse you, but you shift is till 5, get back on the floor, till then your my whore”.
“This work is so stupid, meaningless” I think . . .
Remember the very moment of hedonism, when I get paid & then spend it all,
I did it again, left going without; for another two weeks of drought.
Never again will I be down-and-out, just go with the flow until I figure it all out
“I love me & I’m so much better than this”, I hear myself think
The call is yelling & it's saying invest in you! Believe in you! Don’t you remember how to do you boo?
For the universe knows and source says be patient . . .
I am patiently being still within the stillness of creation.
Still finding ways to make this make- pretend feel real, “reality” lasting faster than I can begin to heal.
Such a waste of A-day to pretend, pretending as a trend.
None of this is as serious as they ever make it, yet we can simply fake it for the sake of faking.
We pretend to like the company flare & believe this is the good life to bare, when clearly no one truly cares.
So boring, so bored, so bored I am . . .
I am so done doing passionless day jobs, stuck in a corporate office
Watching the clock, pretending to work, while avoiding the office tattletale; what a jerk.
“Never again, never again!”, I say, “never again will I do this to us;
Us being my mind, soul, body & passion of heart,
We can do so much better, like self love, self care & dreams of creation that manifest thru the arts.
A nap sounds amazing right now, really, really great; but be careful for the Iron clock is watching,
Tick, tick, tick- tocking away, determining the final decimal or comma that will make all our tears roll astray.
I look forward to the hour that the shift of the day holds no power
A life set in hours, can make anyone go crazy if they can no longer smell the flowers.
I am so, so very happy to know that I really don’t care,
I know my purpose and my function which allow me to breathe in all this good air.
I can feel that I am love because knowing I am love is enough to push forward.
Just the right amount of currency to know that I am so much more than this Monetary boredom.
Love JAH
@ Cover photo courtesy of Paulina E. Art & Photography instagram.com/paulinaeartandphotography
