When I grow up...
I'll be an astronaut
travel the galaxies
explore all outerspaces -
I'll be a firefighter
be a hero
save lives -
I'll be a doctor
get rich
make everyone proud -
I'll write my story
happy ever after
where all monsters die -
I'll be a superstar
loved by all
have diamonds and pearls -
I'll be the greatest
powers beyond belief
no one can stop me -
I'll be unstopable
untoucable
unchangeble...
But at 2 scores plus 2,
when will I grow up?
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My Own Story
I tired to draw my own story
Today
I sat with my pen and paper
Today
I drew myself first
Today
So I could see me
everyday.
Then I drew my village
placed my people in it
picked a house and lived in it
my story is me.
Then my story needed joy
and I drew all that too
I needed a boy
and I drew him too
but he broke and fell off
but first he broke me in two.
My story flows in and around through and above
my story.
Most times - there are dark forests-
but I don't want to be red riding hood
but I still met all my wolves
on watery full moons.
Then the pencil broke and my canvas flew away.
Now the Artist has taken over
and my story colours are bolder...
What Will We Do?
What will we do
as the world implodes
like a festering sore
left too long
born of hate
and of strong divide
a chasm
too deep
too wide
we become pilgrims
no home
no known to abide?
The swirling lava
laps meanacingly
at our heels -
too late we heed
the hungry monster -
while it hounds at our backs,
ready to devour.
What will we do
while hate eviscerates
all good will
good intentions
good vibes
bleeding
wounded
beaten
discarded?
There seems no end
unless we can rend
the broken fence
of dis-
unity.
Can it end?
What will we do?
Chrysalis
The wait is hard
painful
cracked and shattered-
pieces fall apart,
broken
pulled
reimagined
I shed
constantly -
it was easier in the dirt -
one should not dream too loftily
at least I knew that mess.
This dark unknown
somehow must postpone
turn back the hands of time
yet-
I struggle
towards a gaping light
against my will,
with its promise of delightful flight.
"Caterpillars need to try real hard"
who speak?
who dare patronize me?
I stopped,
exhausted
angry still,
why try so hard?
This cold silken shroud
my forever resting place may be.
"You must struggle to get your wings
shed the weight
capture your essence".
Could it be true?
No He lies!
Silence still.
If I tried
could I find
a greater something else?
I hesitate.
I contemplate.
cold sweat laps up my fears.
Though Afraid shadows me
I must resist
to reach the heights of something new.
I must try, the larvae must die.
I must struggle towards the light
whether 4 or 40
the door must open,
this testing must end.
To the Wilderness, I Go
Sluggishness slumps on the ground
spread wide
drowning in inaction
doomed by depression
into thin air melts resolution.
Quick
give me mission
give me Purpose
so it can disapear.
Know there is more here -
gluttony is that you sitting at my table?
into the wilderness I go
seek truth like the true Light
into the wilderness I go
so Chaos will not grow,
a quiet place
a sacred place
where men should stop to shop,
resolute
faithfully
humbly I go.
With nowhere else
each step I take
seems to scream and shout in glee
Yes this is the place to be!
Retreat I must
I have to readjust
and then with confidence
reenter.
Imprisoned
Slowly the walls close
deja vu -
again
not again
once more
no door
trapped.
The defeaning sound of your heart
beats you into submission.
escape
where is it?
why won't it come
when you call?
Imprisoned
crafted by you
not knowing what to do
you look for a route
an escape...
Watching You Struggle.
Hey!
Wait a minute.
Stop.
Don't go any further.
What are you doing?
What do you intend to do here?
Do you think you are here to struggle?
I watched slip
so many time on that ladder.
Going nowhere but the bottom.
Why do you care
about them?
Do you know while you watch them watch you,
you go through
the empty space set there to trap you.
You flash here and there
like a fish out of water.
Like a elephant ballerina.
How odd that this is your normal.
How sad that this is what you have come to.
You
once so proud and strong.
So noble
A crude disfigured rendering
used to entertain and keep you in your place!
Et bien
Ah bueno
oh byen
Who cares if you passed the test!
It was never written with you in mind.
Wait again!
Think about.
Before you go down this road,
do you really care to do so.
Do you really care to put yourself through further torment?
It will never do
to start taking in
everything shoved down your throat.
As I look at you swimming in your sweat and the filth of others I have one question:
will it be worth it?
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