We need to question the society we take for granted
the seeds you planted
will come back to grow on your grave.
Love will always save.
The trees you planted a welcome reminder
of playing a life that’s a blinder
or a poison tree that bears fruit to poison this generation and the next
to be written and recorded in text.
In scripted dialogue
and camera click bait
is this our love story
or can heaven wait?
in the dreams of writers
will love be fore filled
if we become fighters
Will fate yield?
and will the type writer give us that happy ending
as the stage is set and then completed
Will we kiss and get married and die together or will we pretend
That love is merely written in our stars or will we have retreated
from that notion
that can be grown only come from a story we tell ourselves about each other
and that love and devotion
Is merely a set of complex conditions that come from one emotion.
From the pen that scribbles an idea
To the man who battles fear
To the page that enlightens
To the book that frightens and amazes
From the publisher to the readership
To the peaceful revolution
To the great beyond
To understanding ourselves better
Building bonds
Enriching life the universe and the stars
We bear the fruit and the scars
Of a story…