Death Card Today I looked at a customized shell A shell of what was I cried I mourned and wept for the life once contained in that shell. I told myself - "it was okay". He has gone to a better place. My heart bleed blood red, green and gold the ugliest tears you cannot imagine. It had come face to face with its mortality. So fragile a light had been easily snuffed. He was poor and so he died cursed by inequity. Born to struggle he died flying. A fight from the womb like a warrior I saw death sitting stiffly presiding over its celebration. Its gray countenance a reminder of the road we all must travel. And I knew there must be more. Another story waiting to be told- on the other side?
Tag: thinking about things
The Body Bags
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
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
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.
Beware!
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.
Ordinaryville
Ordinaryville Here things are quite slow, good? the rush of excitement from doing something great! does not exist here. You will find no perfection only the ordinary. There is no excitement going off at all hours of the day. There is nothing life changing, just life changing day by day. Here there are many cracks many broke things yet - you will find neither cracked nor broken souls just people living. There is no perfect angle of yourself just yourself as you are. You will find survivors without the fairytale ending death is real and the dying necessary. there are less insta happy more gratihappy. No svelte form to hide the horrors that this world can inflict. The living has been transformed by wind, rain, heat and snow - all intrude and we must concede. We have enough control, to survive for as long as our time here allows then we must go move on from this town to find our next home.
Change Your Conversation
Change Your Conversation I'm not leaving until you bless me... I will fight fight fight till I die. I'm not gonna leave until I change my life. No more will I hide in this cave too weak to breathe too weak to live. No more in the shadows I will not be ashamed. I look to the east I see my sunrise like a lion I will roar for the sake of my life. I will break the wall that I hate I will not listen to your blasphemy. Get up! We must get up! Leave the places I have walked so many times leave the circle I keep walking. I cannot stay any longer I must go! I must move the stone roll it away to come out of my cave. Just a splash of vinegar will clean the palate remove the mucus of discord. I will sit still and talk no more the same story of old. I will not be the way I was - changed - I have been given a new vision. The path I walk I walk not by sight.... though dark and cold - at times - I move forward. Though I see other travellers I cannot stop. I cannot stop to talk I have a new mission. Like a caul I am covered with my purpose, I must walk tall. My way is filled with traps but I must be nimble. I must make it to the other side so I must leave you all behind. No I will never to come this way again. But if I do... it is only to remind me that I was you.
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