Life

Life

Life is a harsh teacher
and you will learn
the grass isn't always greener
and youthful exuberance 
relegated to its urn.

Life doesn't give you extra point
because you meant well.
It will show you, you don't know
what you need to know
by bringing you low.

Life uses time
as the tool 
to showcase the rules, 
that can keep you from dying.

Though you start off  sprinting
Life slows you us down,
so in this lifetime
you can make your imprint.

What Shall I Teach?

What Shall I Teach?

I am no saint 
so how can I teach
how can I lead you to your destiny?
What do I have to offer
but my stumbles and falls
those it seems I gave my all?
These must be enough.
You can look all you want to
put me under your microscope
I still will be me.
Go ahead and judge me
see I failed many tests
still have no formula for success
but I have my identity.

I know I am weak
I know I have let you down 
when you try to give me my crown.
I know I am not perfect.
But this is good
somehow.

I can sprinkle big drops of wisdom
 on parched ground.
I know each morning dew
will let my words find you.
I know my life can bless
the grass that still has tenderness.
I know my life can shower your herb garden
bring you healing.

So Much Trouble in the World

So Much Trouble in the World

The devil says...
Let's imbibe negativity
find all the hate and insensitivity
give it exclusivity and a voice.
Let's kill 
all that is good until
every last soul cries 
as those around them die
helplessly
hopelessly...

But can we try
to resist the temptation
to revel in distate and hate?
Can we try
to find good again
smile again
walk in the light again
even when we wrestle with our private pain?

Healthy Decadence

Healthy Decadence

We carry the sins
of those who do not look within
and see how the tall tale they spin
begins the decay of the soul of a people.

How they piss on Justice,
practicing marksmen
who target the dreams of the youth.
Bloated with self-importance
we feed the monster they have become.

Here is no place for progress,
in stagnat suffocating sargasso
we sink slowly
while our potential lay defeated
over-powered by Life's meaninglessness. 

With vigor
we thrive in circles,
unendingly,
and tremble
at how far we have receded
under the thumb of progress.
Their progress

Still Running

Still Running

Still running 
even when I fall
and have to crawl.
Still running
even when the bullies stand tall
and try to overshadow me.
Still running
though fear trips me along the way.
Still running
even when I'm out of breath.
Still running
can't stop
because to stop is death.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Hello!
I am calling.
Do you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you know me?
Look, I sat here
mute, immobile,
kneeling under your weight.
Did that endear me to you?
Look, I let you step all over me
let you crush my spirit 
to dust.
Still you don't see me?

Do you hear me?
I keep calling out to you.
Should I sit here in my dispair?

Please someone, 
anyone,
make my way clear!

Pain

Pain

I feel the death 
of a piece of me
at every regret.
Each breath squeezes tthrough
the hole left in my heart
from each false start I have made.
Disappointment,
consumes me,
reels me in into the decay of grief
of loss of time and love.
clawing at me 
bending me to break...

"Everything happens for a reason".

Even the pain?

It last longer than the seasons
leaving a lasting stain.
Nothing is ever your fault
if you say it with your whole chest
it will leave you in distress,
because you mutliple your pain,
leaving you drained with nothing to gain.