There are too many of those today But no one seems to care anymore. Those tube take you nowhere except maybe purgatory who knows anymore. Do they tell the story of life that bloomed with youth and vigor? Does it share the scars etched into the feeble flesh? Can it transmit all the challenges you overcame battles won in God's name? Does it say anything about the remains it contains? Can it truly mirror the pain never to be seen again? That bag contains what time has wrought But it can never contain ones soul.
Apologia If I had concentrated taken the blame more, humbled myself more maybe, just maybe if I had waited in my life there would not be so much gore. I can only sit and ponder as each soul passes by my humble abode quite slyly they look with wonder born of a horror when one kisses a toad. But I cannot remain here consumed by this monster I must take the reigns eke out a future break free from this guilt grab my tools so I can rebuild fashion something new from the ashes of my dreams.
Jealousy I feel rage. I feel fear. I feel humiliated! Like a tiger I will tear you apart. How could you? Why did you? Make me feel this way. All twisted, bent out of shape. Inflamed in my rage of inferiority I have been contained to burn slowly until nothing remains. Let me have this so I can destroy you and it. Let me tear off your image and use it as my mask. Let me wrap these tentacles around you bring you to your knees for I must feed on your soul attack you from within. You look at me and I know you cannot be trusted. Nothing said nothing done just a thought just so I do not know - but it must be so? I must protect and keep What is mine to keep. I must stop you from knocking me off my feet taking my shine. I must keep you in line! So I claw and squeeze until the blood overflows. For to do my business I must be heart - less. Like a living nightmare I remain close at heart.
And I will Rage... ...against bigots on their stage whose smiles poison and words inflame hate. ...against the kindness of thieves who see the suffering grieve as weak and take siege. ...against the promises of peace made by those who hold the gun who demand praise for their reign of death and terror. ...against the powerful who spiral out of control too vast to contain who spit out skulls as they feast on our pain. For though my power is made impotent the will to fight does not wane. my rage is all I have left so I will nurture and bottle it. to get back my humanity to counter the pain. I will master and wield it to turn the tide and carry the day.
Beware! A stab that went too deep A wound never healed. A thought that took life though born in the gutter. A look that could kill sprung to life through strife. A mind given to impressions warped, twisted, diseased. A word uttered without thought leaves chaos in its wake, destruction felt through the ages, sails torn, courses diverted forever. That decisive act borne of confidence shatters the timid, annihilates the unprepared. Beware! What you thought was carefully crafted falls down - dominos poorly stacked. The plans you fashioned on the backs of others spins, attacks and devours you. That victory today celebrated today tomorrow the foundation of your shipwreck. Beware of the tide and where it may lead, down highways and byways that bring you to your knees.
Crazy Bud Look at you! Wow! Is that you? Really you? Well well well you really made it didn't you? You did the impossible - but you're crazy after all. An embryo too tightly wound to show the beauty you carried axil fragile likely to break but you held on stubbornly. You had no power to conquer the mind but you wait to conquer the heart. Though you came in slow your growth was sure and so we waited and look! Here you are. No resting bud are you to be deceived by the coming cold you fought through storm and sleet to whorl most boldly. You did your best passed all your tests and trials to bloom and strike and die to make way for another, someday.
W0uld you take the road less travelled even if you had to leave everyone and everything you know? Would it be enough that this is what you are meant to do? Or would you huddle in fear of the unknown? These are some questions that we may be confronted with when we have to take the unpopular route. Those roads that make us more uncomfortable but in conquering offers redemption. We have to consider if the risk is worth pursuing something that has the possibility of so much loss. But when we must choose, which road will it be…
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.