I've always told my family about you,
how beautiful, how funny, how smart,
but my favorite topic was your heart,
how kind, how loving, how empathetic,
And, always emphasize how large the size of your heart was,
how substainable, how extensive, how significant,
but it took me months to finally see,
how blind, how dumb, how it inattentive,
your heart was too big,
it could fit her, too.

Some day we'l
All be free with
No more bonds
Of painful and
lonely memory
We shall recall
Good times we
All had but not
A painful death
That lurk ahead
Will be no more
rich and no poor
no loneliness no
war shall know
The very God he
Searches for but
Not in the heaven
Where stars dwell
But in fellow man
In him self

the shepherd across the way has an anger management disorder,
quite pronounced and hard to deny, I wonder whether He is in fact possessed by some unwholesome spirit, His shouting fills the valley  
His curses toward His dog very colourful to say the least. Poor dog.

I miss the days of simplicity
The ignorance I never got to appreciate
When the news was miles away
Just words inscribed on a page
I miss the days that I never loved
The past I never before hoped to relive
I miss when problems were mine alone
I miss when I could fix it
I miss when it was easy to just put the knife down
To pull it away from my skin
But now millions hold a knife
Whilst the rest sit and watch

I think of all you’ve taught me
and I know it’s been a lot,
like I’ve never been a crier -
now I don’t know how to stop;
and all my sorrows have come knocking,
so I think I’ll drown the lot,
with another gin and tonic
and another silent sob.

I bite at my cuticles
Instead of screaming
I scratch myself
Excoriating skin
Building resilience
I think

I watch the flush of menopausal acne
Creep up one side of my neck
And obsess, instead,
over the marionette lines
Forming at my mouth

I can see age spreading
Across me
Consuming youth
As though it were a right
Dispassionately I exercise
Lifting weight and spirits
For a while

Cursorily I remind myself
To design a life
To make it what?
Better?
What is ‘better’?

That question of
‘what does it look like’?
Success happiness joy
Stick those three on a decal
Then stick it to the kitchen wall

It won’t make it come true.
It’s just future landfill graffiti.

Who am I in this world we call Earth, and our home
By species, I am a human being, supposedly master of all other species
We were made to look after and care for this planet called Earth

Instead we have ravaged, plundered and ***** the planet earth
In our blind quest to obtain control and dominance over all

Are humans masters or slaves of their egos, their pride
Humans believe they are invincible, they can do anything, to anyone
Man's greatest enemy is man himself, a beast beyond all beasts
So, who am I, man, the master or man, the beast of all beasts

I am two sides of the same coin, the master and the beast
There is a struggle inside of me for dominance, for control
Sometimes the master wins, other times the beast wins


I fear, I fear the beast will gain control and dominance over me
I have seen the power of the beast unleashed, a madness, a rage
A madness, a rage only a beast from hell can possess, it scares me

So, who am I, man, the master or the beast from hell
It's very difficult to know, as I keep changing all the time
Will someone please tell me, please tell me, please tell me
Who am I, Who am I, Who am I