The cycle

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..

The golden rule

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!