Tag: thinking about things differently

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.

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.

Full Truth

Full Truth

You must take root
in the truth
of you.
Your wisdom
in not in your tooth
every decay begins with falsehood
longer than the legacy
you dreamed in infancy.

Grow into you
out of your cocoon
out of the larvae of doom
a moth to a flame 
liberatio!

Beautiful brown butterfly
 soar
leave the ashes behind
and reclaim your time.

Together?

Together?

Apart
Together
Apart 
Together...

Nothing left to do
it's all on you
but will we stay true 
to the dream we both pursue?

Apart
there is no center
where we can both enter
on a common stage.
On either side we stand
with outstreched hands
becoming an island
that gets love from no one.

Together
can it be?
can we build a bridge
so he she thm and none can be we?
Too late to be self-sufficent
life proves our incompetence
and laughs us into impotence.

Apart?
Together?

Social Experiment

Social Experiment

Step right in and take a seat.
Look around
and be scared.
Nothing is as it seems
and never will
but now you can see a real crime scene.
You thought you were free?
Yes indeed!
But it seems you are not?
You thought your cause was right
and you fought with all your might
until they removed the screen
of deceit. 
But then they brought you out
the puppeteer
and your realised...

you were not the ventriloquist.

Trying to Let Go

Trying to Let Go

I cling tighter
to a sliver of the memory
that contains the moments
to my recovery.
Crates created 
by the passion of my loss
for a time
hard won 
when the battle was fierce
with the promise of victory.

Are these tears?
Am I really crying?

Or am I dying?

bittersweet moments
I wish for all my days
but now that now my gaze
must look North and not South.
But how can I let go?
What must I do with those sweet moments
of release
of death and grime?
It was the best in my life!
How can I take the dive
in these murky waters alone and unprotected.

I must leave it all behind though
let go!
Or drown by its weight 
now my foe

Last Lick

Last Lick

you hit me 
I hit you
I hit you
you hit me.
you go low
I go low too.
Think you are sly
not gonna lie
I was fooled for a while
but now
now I know what to do
I will split you in two!
So 
you hit me
and I hit you
I hit you
and you hit me.

But question:

when is the last lick and 
can we stop this show?