What if people were kind.
To be nice, you only need to pay attention
but don't overstep.
because you can leave a wake behind yourself.
Stir up trouble you didn't intend.
whether it's soon, or not,
you can't expect others to do it all.
Show your might to the world
and it will forget
just how bad things have been.
Leave it to chance
and that wake will diminish.
where you're at is never where you'll be
once you have given it your all.

Declare a war
you don't understand.
Speak to the poor
with a meal in hand.

Pray for the sick
then pay for your care.
The things we pick
are the things we wear.

the only crime we commit
is ignorance.

Three men sit in a circle
The first is a scribe
he speaks of great science
of alchemy and astronomy,
how he computes large sums and numerals,
and can create new substance.
The man to his left says:
"Yes, all and good,
but when faced with a lion,
your pen and ink will not save you."
The second is a warrior
he tells tales of boast:
of his swords and his spears
his strength and his size.
How he bested 60 men
all at once on a bridge in battle.
the man to his left says:
"All that may be true,
but hurts your spirit too.
It grows weary and sad."
The third is a monk.
He talks of enlightenment
of good and evil.
of balance and peace
and things such as man
of love and grace.
The man to his left says:
"For a good spirit, all that may be,
but when wolves come to your door,
loving them wont do you much good."

Paint the highest peaks
Or sketch the lowest man.

Break a thumb
And get out of restraints.

Sculpt us David
Or splatter a canvas.

Flay another man
And see crimson fall.

Scribe together volumes
Or scribble three lines.

Tear your own flesh
And slip away softly.

Write of her beauty
Or even her majesty.

Beg her to stay
and she takes everything.

It's all art to someone
But let it be known
True art
No matter the medium
always comes from pain.