I am not the Wizard of Oz

Dear friends, dear readers, dear non-readers, dear heretics, dear plagued, dear vindicated……

I would like to tell you all something right now that I need to get out into the open. I am not the Wizard of Oz. I cannot be everything, especially not your everything. I am not Mary J Blige.

This is not Emerald City, although there are plenty of poppy plants hidden away in wax paper bags only a few miles away. This is not the yellow brick road, although I have been known to occasionally pee in the snow. I like free form art.

   

I am not the Cowardly Lion. I may be scared of too many things that are not scary at all and too comfortable with things that most people would be petrified by.

I am not the Tin Man, although if I had it my way, my heart would only be something I carried out of the house maybe once or twice a month so I could give to the little children out in front of a store. Although I’d probably be more likely to give my dollar to a homeless man having the DTs in front of a liquor store. I have been there myself.

I am most certainly not the Scarecrow. I do have a brain, yes. I tried to be the scarecrow for too many years. Society wants us to dumb ourselves down. I trained people at many different jobs and frankly it was cater to the dumbest person and just pray they got fired.

   

“You are the Weakest Link. Goodbye!!!!!”

I get in trouble when I say those kind of things to people. The last person I told to have a nice life, well I ended up next to him a psych ward. These are not the brightest things to say. Try saying a bunch of stupid things to your friends, to strangers, to lovers. You will get bit in the ass. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you better hope soon. The longer it takes the harsher the penance.

Maybe it’s my recovering Catholicismic self. Or maybe that’s just life.

So with that being said maybe I am the wizard of oz. I mean I do like the color green. I do like smoke, and I do like mirrors. I’m not particularly fond of curtains though, except maybe shower curtains. My neighbor is outside frequently and I am not in fighting shape right now. But the fight never ends. Thankfully, my fight will never end.

   

I am not your answer. I may be your solution. But answer not. I can conjure anything that I so desire, but that comes with visualization. If we can see it and believe it, well it will come.

you’ll be given love
you’ll be taken care of
you’ll be given love
you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

The words of Bjork. Maybe you agree, maybe you don’t. I do. It doesn’t matter what you love. As long as you love something about yourself, you can love something about another. I know some people can find that statement bullshitty, but it’s a bullshitty fact. If you don’t at least love something about yourself, deeper then the color of your eyes or the size of your breasts or the way you look in the mirror you will find a way to survive and the want to survive.

But still just remember I am not the Wizard of Oz. I am not your answer. This all could be the solution or this all could just be a dream

Decide for yourself.

   

   By SpaceDog