In retrospect, I should have known:
if the world changes, you have grown. Doesn’t mean
it’s all neat and clean. You’re shown
maybe a thing or two, alone.
You have a choice. Choose to care.
It matters how you get there; the end
depends on it. So beware:
life’s not a solo affair.
What’s the point of anything?
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
Can anyone who sings such sad songs
not feel wrong when it’s spring?
Where are we going to get?
Who knows? We seem to forget
what really matters, and just let pure hate
dictate our whole mindset.
28 May 2025
Leave a CommentIn just a minute’s brief span
the world is made and unmade.
Try as you may, no one can
restore colors once they fade,
nor take back a piece once played.
There is no time but right now;
all the rest is lost in shade,
turned underneath new farrows.
You can choose to grow or die –
to sink a root or wither;
at least you think you decide,
while doing both or either.
27 May 2025
We never plan for the worst,
no matter how grim it gets.
The whole world may die of thirst
watching the dying sun set
and still, we think there is time.
We can’t imagine an end
or pit so deep we can’t climb
our way out. We just pretend
there is always a lifeboat
with some room for us, at least,
that will somehow stay afloat
after others’ hope has ceased.
It’s a sad and lonely state
if you’re the sole survivor;
and no point in blaming fate
if you don’t like the mirror.
27 May 2025
How we treat the very least,
whether human or rough beast,
criminal, servant or priest,
from next door, far west or east,
speaks volumes on what we are.
It seems strange and most bizarre
to place one above the bar
and one below. It’s not far
from calling something “other”
down a slippery slope, brother,
discovering another
way to screw us all over.
Take a look in the mirror;
objects that appear are nearer
than you think – and what you fear
is looking back, sharp and clear.
23 May 2025
You’ve a chair there at the table;
food for all – that ancient fable
doesn’t take into account
that no amount, for some, is able
to fulfil their need for more.
Never mind others are poor
and just take up too much space;
their place is outside the door.
Put a roast in every pot;
we hear that old line a lot.
You gnaw the bones or chew the fat:
it’s like that. Tell me it’s not.
Look around the room some time:
how far did you need to climb
to crawl up in that soft chair,
from down there in the slime?
Just who did you leave behind,
thinking that they wouldn’t mind
giving you their portion too?
You know it’s true. You’re not blind.
22 MAY 2025
Leave a CommentThe way is not so wild and free
that you walk independently
or win victory alone.
You may travel without a clue
of who or what walks next to you,
there through all that you have known.
You cannot split yourself away –
when other leaves, you cannot stay.
Life plays and grows between you.
Each breath keeps both of you alive
from birth to death. The whole survives;
it thrives, if you mean it to.
12 MAY 2025
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