People
they smile more
these days and
they don't seem to notice
for the past was much filled with
bloodshed
and
misery
hunger and famine
with the darkest
and coldest
of winters

people once shivered naked
in the snow
and today we control
the
elements
of mother nature
in our home

bandits once littered the dusty roads and
vultures flew always nearby knowing the outcome of
the days events

sure, people still ponder on their next meal
but
there are more fatties than there used to be

Four bottles litter the floor
but life I do adore
people drink and see
the present is all that be

If you can
write it
on a whim they said,
then
do it
we will constantly be
bombarded
by difference
so
what matter whether the words listed
speak
to the soul or not?
Shakespeare was a poet
and
he said
to be or not be

if the breadth of
life
circulates my being then
I will
be

I sit in my room
and
notice my guitar
filling me with its radiance
a glimmer of light
shining brightly upon the
softly colored mahogany
it beckons,
calling me to strike ever-so-gently the
strings

to paint on the canvas of
silence
such is my calling

I reach for the instrument but
things are
different, this time
I find not the vibrant breath of music but
the self,
determined and
willing to lay-bare its heart to
the world
my eyes are opened
I am aware and
I breathe life into my lungs
for the first time

Am I the only one who
still
thinks about the
pains and sufferings
the trauma and
tragedy
it's always out there
just beyond the walls that constantly
surround
Waiting to engulf us as we
leave the
house
they are there bleeding
somewhere in the world
Crows and
vultures
salivate
as they sense a soon-amongst-the-dead
cockroaches clamber to the top of their
dens as the boots
of the unliving
soil
their beds
we speak of light
there's a bright one
up there
in the sky but,
on dusky nights
it seems to show us
the dark
instead

We look
how
we look and
we are
what
we are
but
eyes were never meant to be
avoided
open the window to
the soul and become
whole again
the wind
the stars
the sky
it's all
for
you

Unfinished thoughts
litter the
pages
and the
need to be
understood
is never Quite
achieved
but perseverance is key when
it's all we have left