Crying,
Is not a form of weakness,
But,
It is a catalyst to give you power.
A catalyst,
To display,
All your difficulties out front,
Without having to play the role of the strong figure;
Faking that smile, laugh,
Through your difficulties.
You need to,
CONFRONT YOUR DEMONS.
Then,
The realisation of weakness,
Often leads to something rare,
Your strength.
A strength you never thought you had!

//KZ.M

Old Mother’s hands shook,
When pouring my tea
And I’d
Savor the scent of hyacinth.

Old Mother’s hands shook,
When scribing time
And I’d
Wed her fatherless daughter.

Old Mother’s hands shook,
On cloud, under crevice,
And I’d
Lift her cup to lip;

Old Mother’d drink,
Her hands, like the trees,
And we’d
Both cry tears of ecstasy.

you always spoke of a brighter future
were you referring to the 9 to 5 jobs?
to the apple pie life
or the romance lacking relationship with your wife?
did you mean the mortgages,
the taxes, or the men with grey hair in grey suits?
the jobs you do just for the money
or the people who speak too much, but are still mute?
did you mean the polluted skies or the cursing taxi drivers?
did you mean the way when she touches you, you feel no fire?
how nothing makes you feel alive
but you’re still not really dead?
how nothing is wrong
but you’re itching to put a bullet through your head?
when you said you were working towards a better future
did you mean a life of monotony, dullness and boredom?
what happened to your love of adventure, of mystery,
to your dreams of martyrdom?

looking back now,
would you take it all back?
would you change the way you did things
fill in the gaps?
or would you continue to oblige to the rules and regulations
would you still mindlessly follow the system?
would you carry on doing what they tell you?
those who bossed you around, would you still be with them?
or would you soar and fly
ask questions, ask why?
would you run in the jungles
and climb the highest mountains
would you swim in the seas
and tell your beloveds that you love them?

we only have one life
and we’re always waiting for it to change
we’re working towards a future
to which we have no claim
live, live, I beg you to live
make mistakes and fall
then get back on your feet
don’t hesitate, take it all
for the future is not ours
and the past is too late
but we have the present
don’t let it go to waste

It's hard to seize the day
with such
slender hands.

Why don't you
free yourself
spread your wings
fly in the sky?

All these things
you can do
shackles off
why not tonight?

Life like a
lucid dream
smile again
shine like a star.

You'll make mistakes
but that's alright
being perfect
is reserved for God.

Listen to the
voice of heart
it knows what's wrong
and knows what's right.

Live your life
don't be afraid
go out there
and seize the day.