Each one who makes their mark on your story

Will be a part of your book

Some will make their mark with words of happiness,

Words of power,

Words of sadness,

Words of pain.

But all are words of gain;

Making your story fuller



They are phrases through which you phase

Some will leave you empty spaces

Some may take a whole chapter

They are questions:

Some will answer them

Some are powerful periods

(Some are secrets on the side)

One might even be so bold

As to be the stem that binds



Each one is important

And will be a part in building your book

But the one thing they shall never be

Is the pen

You hold on to that for dear life

The rise of humans

An astounding achievement

Or an utter fluke

Les mots que je mange

C’est tellement étrange



Bien qu’on sait

Ce qui est vrai,

On n’a pas le droit

De le dire comme on voit



Et on voit la même chose:

N’importe comment belle, la rose

On sent sa piqûre

Mais on ne sera pas trop dur



On ignorera sa crime

Et sera coupé par ses épines

As human kind becomes no more

Greens once more may grace the floor



Old ruins last

To glimpse the past

But do not mourn the ones before

Just there to recall

The ones who nearly ended it all



But they could not win

By means of their sin

Either nature would triumph or they’d die

Alongside their polluted enterprise



Their wrongs could earn no prize

An inevitable demise

A system quite worthy of mock:

To wage war with the ground on which you walk

The drum’s the only beat you feel

Pumping in your chest

Pulling your life and soul along

In one with all the rest



Surrounded by the music

And the aura of the crowd

Drinks in hand, cheers to the band

And no one’s shy to sing aloud



The vibration of the base

In that moment there in time

It’s as if its pulse inside your core

Alone, sustains your life



The boom that makes your organs shake

Brings on a peace of mind

To know that beat is felt by all

And souls are intertwined



The intimacy’s soothing

No matter how loud is the space

You can’t talk much but connect to all

In a musical embrace

Look back on that mistake

You know the one

The one that makes you lie awake

The stratus that dims your sun



I know you think about that day

The things you would have changed

And that all the paths you could have strayed

Were all within your range



You can play it bit by bit by bit

And lead it to today

The thought of it might make you grit

That your slip still makes you pay



How could just one tiny lapse

Have lead you so off track

It’s hard to say, but just perhaps

A tiny shift could bring you back



If a butterfly can flap its wings

And cause a mighty storm

Then maybe just a little thing

Could bring a better norm



Life can change with just one act

We know already, this is fact

Imagine where your life could be

                                   If one more time, you switched the track

Devoted digger
Busy bee
With calloused fingers,
And roughened knees

Elbow grease
With sun and showers
All for peace
By fragile flowers

The work is hard
But assures to hearten
In the back yard’s
Magic garden