My dreams,my schemes,my silence, my words
scattered about
My legacy doesn’t speak doubt
You will see gold glinting in the corner of your eye
diamond tears wept
that kept you alive
because you drank from their cup
I am
You
You
are
me
This life is better
this life is enough
when you acknowledge we all have empires
we are enough…
You are like a monkey puzzle tree
monkeys cannot climb
they cannot agree
On a way to ascend
your angry spine.
Their branches are a conundrum a solution
cannot be found
the monkeys all make a squawking kind of sound.
The monkeys have a headache they cannot solve
we have to wait for our ideas to evolve
before they can climb this tree.
But you are a walking talking puzzle
we don’t need, our brain is no muscle
but it needs a workout from time to time
patterns form rhymes
across the pages to spine
of the book.
But monkeys cannot read and humans won’t look
where you cast aspersions we mistook
for common sense
we can’t give you up for lent
monkey puzzle tree are misspent
like our youth
can monkeys really not climb these trees?
do we even care the truth bleeds
like monkey’s well worn hands
does anyone really understand?
Sometimes we stick sometimes we twist
Sometimes at the flick of the wrist
We are blessed to have a good hand
and the game goes to plan
but when it doesn’t
when we can’t win life’s tricks
when the future hurts and pricks
and stabs
at our hearts
we know the power is to start each day anew
with the resolve that grew
out of our tears
and the knowledge our instincts and fears taught us
we have to trust our love, our faith
in ourselves above all
or we will hit a metaphorical wall
or a metaphysical one
In our minds
life is wonder it shines
in the dark
a spark to light our way when we our lost
don’t count the cost
be a player
and never despair
for there is always a point in a game
When it turns round
and that player has a chance
turn it around and let life dance.
This cell becomes division
an idea a split a incision
a night and a day
Black and white
But in this division
We can see, we can envision
Identity pouring forth
The tiny flame
Of a name…
This tree becomes a seed
It moves it bleeds and breaks
a part of itself to move forward
and yet it is not how it started out
however it doesn’t lose it self to doubt
We branch out wards like this family tree
This fire becomes a spark
It lights another flame
Who could tell it from the fire
and yet it has its own desires
The human becomes a egg
Hatching catching its mothers eyes
One day it will be fully grown
Will it still feel the sting of being alone?
This ocean becomes a drop
A drop that drips from a leaf
A raindrop that settles on the ground
In the cycle of Gaia
Repeating on and on
We are not separate
We move on and on..
If I said life is for the living,
you’d think it was a cliche
like the things most people say
They pray hallowed be thy name almost everyday
To take the pain away
One day I am going to die
I have no control
In how that will happen
Save suicide
Maybe god in heaven lied
Maybe heaven is in each moment we grasp
In each hand we clasp
We are born into a world where we can learn.
Or we can burn effigies relentlessly
Looking for love or faith
To burn into our tiny minds
Sighing like we are swooning
Or dying a painful death
Each breath we take!
It is better to be real than fake
Each lie we make constructs a web
But it highlights everytime we bleed
Needing reassurance.
Life is for the living
It is unforgiving
We relive our mistakes
Dreaming them out
Or screaming them out loud
and we don’t learn
Hell is in the mind also
Every time we regret or
hurt or the guilt we carry
That harries our everyday life
I don’t want despair to be my wife
Or it’s children hurt and strife
Life is for the living so be positive
Lead a fruitful life but limit the hurt you inflict on
yourself and others
Its the golden rule!