Is it the human condition to be swayed by morons
whose only talent is to talk big and vague?
They get paid in bribes
cannot turn on empathy
toward those harmed
"What's best for me is best"
Cannot see past
"What harms another, harms me"
Polluted the air
to make some dough, now
you're breathing the cancerous soot
Lower the workers' pay
live in a world of hungry thieves
My eyes never tire of green
its the friendliest colour to me.
A deep appreciation,
Memories of green scuffed knees.
Where is the pianist in me
Where is the overly-enthusiastic musician
Who'd pick up any lyrics
And make it into a song.
Where did I lose my words
Where did I lose my will to write
Where did I lose my courage
To cry my heart out on a piece of paper
And bleed my fingers on a guitar-string.
Where did I lose my random scribbles
Where did I lose my unabashed thoughts
Which I would often lash out on empty canvases.
When did my creative block
Turn me into a mechanical machine
And make me forget that
My right brain works better than the left one.
Where did I lose my faith
In this ****** human race
Where did I lose my friends
And all those who loved me?
Where did I lose my
and when did I lose myself
To anxieties and the blues?
Is this real or a dream?
Where did I lose my courage to live?
Can someone find it for me?
I should stop over-thinking.
Shouldn’t I be in the Alps or Andes not in a baby crib?
So scared to leave the comfort of home, that I never lived.
Why can’t I grow mature and find my true self?
As the rest of society puts money and fame on the top shelf.
Passing time by, to pass the time.
Rationalize life-hindering decisions, even if the work is part-time.
Don’t let reality get in the way of your dreams,
and play into the schemes and themes of the powerful thieves.
Materialism bogging down thoughts of freedom.
Want to fly like an eagle, But the money is all spent.
How are we all so content?
Its simply very easy.
Make them feel safe.
Then leave them.
Don't call them.
Don't text them.
Then show up out of the blue
"I still love you"
On the tip of your tongue
With another girls Hickeys
Necklaced on your neck.
Keep your distance.
Call them late at night.
Fall asleep on the phone
Give them hope.
Remind them that
They'll **** themselves eventually.
Here in the desert
it's been raining
on and off
making the succulents and cacti
glisten with wetness
their thick skin sparkles
and catches nature's ironic eye
flowers and plants shine
so much better in the half-grey
Here in the prehistoric depths
Of rocky whitewash and silt
flash floods rush through
flushing out all guilt
a raging storm commences
and I feel so blessed
to be a part of this celebration
my lungs expanding in my chest
I breathe in deep
that fresh purity of air
let it cleanse right through me
from my toes up to my hair
It rushes in my body
taking no prisoners in its force
flows through every vein
cleansing poisons in its course
its power flows into me
washing out this stubborn pain
Turning the confusion
into clarity again
From inside subconscious thoughts
rinsing from my mind
the emotional strain
and replacing it with euphoric wonders
Come, my raging desert tempest
penetrate me with wet
restore and purify
take over and disinfect
let me feel my own strength
until it pours out from my cells
into the space inside my heart
where love and lust still dwell
My tears mingle with the sweet drops
as I fling arms open to the sky
releasing strikes of lightening
for every word I cry
as I summon, pray for lightness
mixed with the sturdiness of earth
Let joy rise up and bubble
within my being