Keep your chin up – it makes it easier for life to deliver the knock-out punch!
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fresh start
the sorrow
that knows
no depths, as
the hunger
that tastes
no food, as
the ache
that feels
no balm, as
the falling
that reaches
no bottom, leaving me
empty, except for
the tears
now washing me clean.
we wish
Wishing we are someone else,
Is to deny the very selves we are,
For we make our own paths,
Which only we can see, from within
Ourselves, as ourselves, and
In seeing, create. We each forge
Our own path across this earth,
In our own time, never to be
Repeated, and no matter what we
Will, our path is our own, for
Better, or worse, til death do us
Part, this is the truth, the way,
Our way, each to our own, never
Completely at one, forever
Searching, blind except for hope,
Maybe the next mountain will be
Our last, verdant green valley
Lays just beyond, one more obstacle,
Just another flavour of life’s
Righteous passage, we choose the life
We live, we choose the home we build,
We choose the friends we take
Into our hearts, and we make our own
From all that we see, hear, feel, taste
Around us, for this is our way, our moment
To shine, even in the darkest
Loneliest corner, there is a glimpse
Of love’s light shining, through the
Harshest soul desert sun, beating down
On us, sapping our energy, bleeding us
Of anything remotely close to that
Humanity, the cloak of insanity
That we call reality, forever blinkered by
Belief to true sight, clear view,
But this is our path, our way,
And we should be happy, for
It beats being bored. 🙂
now free
This is my remnant, my memory of my mother,
That all is good, as is everyone around and about,
That we all can be good, can make the world a better place
Just by being in it, by loving and trusting and respecting one another,
By treating each other with the attention we all crave and deserve,
As one human to another, I reach out my hand in assistance,
And in giving receive,
this was the blessing and the prayer she gave to me
Each and every day sacrificing herself
to the world as cold as it can be,
Just another Giving Tree, standing still
while the whirlwind spun around and about
Her arms offering the worlds’ wisdom,
knowledge spun into sweetened gold
Her body, earth’s heart beating inside,
Until she could give no more,
and held up entirely by her will alone,
will never again be seen walking or smiling
or giggling about some misunderstood phrase
or garbled sentence,
which being said would frustrate most,
To her just another ‘wicked’ joke,
something enjoyed and shared,
In her last moments
Straining to reach out across the vast breadth of space,
through the transceiver of the plastic telephone held to her face,
willing to tell me all was well, that she loved me
around the world, galaxy, universe and everything,
and back again, hasping breath desparate to put me at ease,
I told her that she was free, that it was ok to let go,
A more beautiful soul I will never meet.
the ride
This is the ride, come join us
Come one, come all,
Come rise, come fall,
Come see the show,
Feel the pull, don’t fight
The flow, it’s all natural
Synthetic vibe from heart,
Another up, another down
One more in, two more out
Naked as the day we were
Born, once again riding the
Storm, not quite sure why
This is the norm, but
It is, so there, come one
Come all, join the jamboree,
the mardi gras, the fun
The party, not parting,
No pardon in sight, no insight
You’ll see, just from you
And me, the same hateful conclusion,
This is my plate, of love, not hate,
Sacrifice, passion unspent, life lived
Unvent, unwind and you’ll
Find yourself sharing, my plate,
Full to brimming with love,
Not hate, not wanting you’ll see
This is the way ‘to be’,
As Shakespeare said, from beyond
The grave, nothing ever so bold
Or so brave, but the same taste,
Shared life, no hunger, more strife,
For what it’s worth, this is love
This is life, no more hatred, nor
Anger unsaid, the rhythm pounding
Headache, sans head, this is life
This is us, just human.