Living trying to satisfy
Other people's needs
Is a life well spent
Weaker than us
In all walks of life
Only if God had intended otherwise
Priority to their well being
Over our own safekeeping
Thoughts and Feelings
Empathetic towards the needs
Compassion sows the seeds
Grateful that the opportunity
To help the needy
Was given to us by the Almighty
Your number is up
Staring at death's alley
That you held someone's hand
God is holding your other hand

The safe deposit locker
That you take with you
As baggage to be calculated
The only currency that has value

The good that you
Did to others
Selfless service to mankind
Is the only thing gauged
Granting glory and immortality

Happiness does not
Have an address
Sorrow searches for one
Finds many rather easily
Unfortunately there's place for only one
Invited to stay without rent
Pay interest by handing over peace
Vacating to give it on a lease
Sorrow looms larger
Than the problem that created it
Makes you focus on it
Rather than solving the issue that birthed it
The more the attention it seeks and gets
The stronger it becomes
Happiness and Satisfaction
Gone long and far
No more visible to the heart
And seems impossible to attain in thought

Patriotic to his Country
Loyalty to his Empire
Heroic in his Battles
Gallant in his Warfare
Eloquent in his Speech
Astute as a Politician
What more quality
Can a man be endowed with
An epitome of character
A pinnacle of Manhood
No mother had a better son
Envied by the Sun and the Moon
When the heart interferes
Wrong way the ship steers
Logic looses its fears
Eyes cry shedding tears
For the woman who in the heart endures
With beauty ensures
Away from everything she's lured
The power of love
Can launch a 1000 ships
Can sink them too
Born with qualities
Others would die for
Loosing all of them
To die for lust
Heart wanting what it always wanted
Everything steps aside
Knowing it is fighting a loosing battle
Aware that he too will loose the battle
Carved by poets and play wrights   gaining immortality
Even Shakespeare inscribed
The respect he gave
Genre not clear
Is it what to be
What not to be
Whatever you are to be
Whatever you are you need not be
Two lives you can lead
One an example of Glory
Another for ignominy
A lesson in Love
Where sacrifice is worth even loosing immortality
Or is it the love for which all the glory was left behind
Left time behind too
Too last many a lifetime
Perspective of the life
Of Marc Anthony
Can teach one very simply
The truth about life
Living it Living it Dying for it

I exist therefore I am
I am therefore I exist
I ceases to exist therefore I am
I am ceases therefore i ceases
I exist therefore i ceases
I ceases therefore i alone exist
I exist and i cease
I am therefore i am
I do not exist I do not cease
I am not therefore I do not

He lives your sorrows and Joys
Like it were it his own
He is the light of your life
And the light to your darkness
He's the might to your meekness
Shadow to your body
Echo to your mind
He inspires you to be what
You want to express yourself to be
He's the harmonica to your voice
The side car to your bike
Interchange positions as you like
With you for life

Meek and Weak
Fearful of everything
That I see
Afraid of People Events and even Ghosts
Never lived my life
Frightening self carried myself
Deep at the core
Stuck in a dead end
Nowhere to turn
Met my saviour in Jeet Kune do
The philosophy founded by Bruce Lee

The movies that he acted
Only more and more reenforced
That the God of Anti Bullying
Was standing on the silver screen
Right before my eyes
His Fighting Skills His Philosophies and his Quotes
Made living of increased quality
Quantum of fear doubled down i guess
Faced eye to eye
Ready to die

Down and out
Ready to play relay
With cowardice in my thought and heart
Come to terms with mediocrity
Pushed around daily

Drowning in this
Self pity the worst
Saved me Bruce Lee
His Teachings now lead
The way i see life
Upside down he did
Made my life a lot smoother

Life's blur was becoming clearer
Therapeutic and Zen like
Very few remanants   of my former self
All i surrender to the great Saviour Bruce Lee

I don't remember what I want to say
I say whatever I I don't know I am saying
I keep asking the he question who am i
And the people around me don't seem to remember me because they are blank to me.
I used to forget where I kept my keys
I now don't know where keys are used
Objects don't engage
They are irrelevant tu o my existence
Who were we and what are we doing
What are those two hands for ?
Why do people get angry with me if I don't  know them !
What is death and to whom does it come will i know then?
Does life have a meaning ? Or death have one ?
Only those who recognise life need to worry death .