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? 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 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 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 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? 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 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.