Cool breeze
Eases the heat
Smiling sunshine’s
Caress is sublime
From head to feet.
Hopeful faces
Content, courageous
Sweet chitter chatter
Feet pitter patter
On pavement, in places.
A new beginning
Each day is bringing
Future plans
Are grasped in hands
And seized for winning.
Spirit grows not shrinking
Heart blooms not sinking
Exhilarating azure
Makes a dark mind pure
By it’s blue sky thinking.
The worst thing about the ‘modern’ world is that it doesn’t allow you to take a moment and appreciate, just;
Being.
The air you breath, the sky above you, the earth beneath your feet.
All of these real and natural things pale in comparison to the ever imposed, falsified pressure of being a ‘modern’ human.
So, the next time you encounter a moment in which you are relaxed in nature. Live it, really soak it in.
And, just;
Be.
A wall is made for breaking down
A brickyard’s tears, a stony frown
Ventless, relentless, in the past
America, Berlin, Belfast
Partition found on world renown.
A bridge is made to bring together
A culture crossing, a road for better
Far-reaching, for teaching
The human condition’s seeking
Each step across is a capped feather.
The walls you put up within your heart
Deny a chance for love to start
Foreboding, eroding
Bitterness, self-loathing
Constant reminder – landing marks.
The bridge you build will bolster new
Strengthens souls and spirits too
Co-operation, exaltation
Meeting in the middle; combination
Helps humanity by uniting you.
The only way is up when rock bottom’s been hit
After your mind has been smeared from a fan full of shit
When life didn’t pan out quite exquisite
And you’re chewing real dirt tasting your own true grit.
It’s hard to be wholesome in a world so broken
Surrounded by sleeping minds afraid to be woken
Fractured leg-acies left bereft and unspoken
Whilst taken and took as a novelty token.
The denial of free thought and free speech through laws
Show the fights of the future won’t be physical wars
True freedom lives between those ears of yours
In the mind of a rebel who trebles their cause.
Thoughts are running wild
Their hoofs unruly; trample
Cerebellum sands reviled
Scatter, scurry and they scramble
A lack of understanding
As to why this burden carries
Aptitude is demanding
Mind and fear; forever marries
It’s hard to point the pin
If there ever really was one
In self-loathing, selfish skin
That coalesces til it’s gone
Yes, the suffering it stings
But the feeling never lasts
The ‘only hope’ should cling
Yielded tight within the grasp.
When you fear your future’s faded
When you’re growing grey and thin
When your chips have all been traded
And you feel you’ll never win
When you start to wane and wallow
In intrepid, toxic times
There’s a light for you to follow
A light inside you shines
It’s a light that fills your soul
And makes you who you are
Brightens the bleakest, blackest hole
Heals the deepest, darkest scar
In the corpus of commotion
Let that beautiful beacon beam
Across the unforgiving ocean
From the lighthouse of your dreams.
Down the stream
There is a boat
The bow it gleams
A shimmering coat
Sublime supreme
Keeps you afloat.
The boat is hope
Onboard is freedom
You pull the rope
To sail to see some
Sea foamed soap
And smiles to greet them.
When you reach
Your destination
The mind of each
Shipshape creation
Will wisdom teach
True divination.
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
For anyone that feels that
Their race is already run
That their ball is burst and flat
And they’ve seen their final Sun
When your grip is getting tired
And your grip is all you’ve got
If life leaves much to be desired
Remember…
You’re much better here than not.
Though the tunnel long and dark
Can seem impossible to fight
Every punch will make a spark
For you to guide toward the light
No matter what may lay ahead
If every hope and dream seems shot
There’s another path that you can tread
Because you are loved…
And you’re much better here than not.
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