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FIRST BORN
Gift-wrapped by heaven's own seed sown for the purpose of companionship. Chocolate-dipped and baked to a mohogany brown. Delivered to downtown NYC on Mother's Day.
Say?! Say?! Taxi can you take me down south to the place where my momma and dad grew up? Say?! Say?! bartender, pour me a shot of brandy so I can walk over here and say hi to "Mary Jane" because she "Used to be my girl" and I was her "Candy-Licker."
I've got to be quicker if I wanna lead the team. College athletic dreams ripped at the seams bursting with creativity, imagination, and the thirst. The reason I was the first child, the reason I grew up walking for miles when they were called blocks, the reason I always had the coolest tube socks...because I was born to be my momma's friend.
Mommas boy at first site. She thought that having a child might be the answer to her request for love unconditional at its very best. I passed the test. She had a baby boy. A little, chocolate, play-toy. Someone who would love her above all others because she was that omnipresent, omniscient entity called "Mother."
The plan went along quite well and she was even able to sell him a little brother to be his significant other until nature called. The message nature left was clear enough for a fool. This boy would be a tool of true love just as he had been born to be.
Brother-man born of his mother's plan to be her friend when God would send her tough times. Soon enough there were signs that brother-man would not stand for superficiality. He was smart, he was deep, he was covered in the yolk of love born of God's flock of sheep. No more could the meek mock the depth of his character or his emotion. The very notion of a child born to be a companion.
Now he stands a man who has shared hsi vision of love unconditional with those who grew up positioned in the "fallacy of this dry ass reality" better known as the "Matrix." That is the true illusion and truly only a shell of what life can be.
Shaken free by the wisdom of the tree of life. Cut deeply by the hot knife of rejection his affections have been appreciated by only a few who grew to know the flow and the power of showing love without expectation. Summation?
It's okay, it's okay. Brother-man's love extends from way beyond man's ephemeral boundaries. Bound to Gaea corporally, his spirit leaps and bounds across the cosmos as the ghost of the agape ethos yet to come.
