Struggle

We struggle through our time
we see so much of the things we’d rather not see
we look upon each moment with a feeling of fear
and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
and with feeling, feeling
with feeling we strike at the heart of fear
and see that its blood, its soul
struggles just like us

for things to survive
even that pretty little flower
there has to be a struggle

Life, you see, isn’t so easy
it takes so much effort for it to be,
look at the chick breaking through the shell

Look at a baby pushing its way out
and listen to the mother and just feel her effort
and hear that cry, that primal scream from those tiny lungs

Why do we make it such a struggle
do we forget our first call while still covered in life’s blood
all that effort we made to live
only for us to live in fear of our neighbours

and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
with feeling, feeling …

A glimpse

Life is beautiful

This life thing, this death thing
this wonderful opportunity to breathe

Everything has its day, everything has its night

We grow through time until humanity becomes something more
and as nature’s petals fall it reveals, gives us a glimpse of her secrets.

The sunrise of your soul

the sunrise of your soul

Sometimes we don’t feel like smiling
yet when someone smiles at us we nearly always smile back.

At times we need help to get out of the rut we’re in
to burn away those clouds fogging our view
of not only what’s out there but what’s inside us
so with a little help and a little effort on our part
we can open up and reveal.

 

A parched breath of morning

my brain is dead
a numbskull
an imbecile
a rotting lump of lard

it wakes this morning
in the throes of emptiness
it has drank my coffee
and nibbled a nibble

it has opened the curtains
dived in the shower
drank another coffee
and nibbled another nibble

so here it is
writing an empty thing
a parched breath of morning
a slice of cake
without the cream!