A WAY TO STAY
Bringing bereavement on ourselves is usually not a subtle step ,more a giant leap into a black abyss
Rarely given a choice so planning is futile , like a novel on a shelf mysterious mood hidden between the bindings
We may be left asking the unknown why has life handed me such strife much left to explore before having deaths Kiss
With all the lessons that have been laid upon us now melded into memory ,can we still be strong with these new findings

Plenty of phrase  refers us to  having  to pay a piper ,mortality & morality often coming to rest on the same bed
Taught to make a path always avoiding the wrath ,Precious memory's are now  constructing a solid structure
Beginning as blessed, shown as always better than cursed,evil paths lead to a faster wrath ,increasing the dread
Being blessed often seen as a way to rise over the crest ,that sacrament appeasement for all that may not pass muster

Leaping in light years from soothsayers  and prayer , beams and  waves ,switches or dials furthering the wait to the graves
Unknown futures not ready to fast forward ,faithfully wait ,set aside living but non progressive finality can become obsessive
Frankness as a point of view comes with experience ,changes subtle or severe forcing adaptation  sometimes in waves
many varied Modus Operandi  become a fixture when moving outward into time, leaving fancy fables just a real need to live

Playing a game when we already know the outcome ,maybe not the exact spread sheet but still dealt a dead mans hand
Passive or aggressive maybe better to seek a middle ground ,tastes of time, simple samples become like breath as an addiction
Playing our own part in extending our demise is a noble task ,forcing  good health, mental stability a great wealth making it easier to expand
Not really pretending we are mostly winning ,just always making adjustments,forcing against the clutch ,we are merely the tenant awaiting eviction. R.C.

i know that
most days
the cathedral of your body
with all its dips and curves
forgotten staircases
and ripped velvet covers
on the splintered pews
is hard to love

and there are days
where you wish that your
body would have manifested itself
as a palace
made of ivory and bone
with great empty halls
that would host nothing else
but your anguished cries
and empty stomach

but these things
are incapable of filling you up
because it is hard to sustain yourself
on bitterness and past scars alone

so i say to you
my friends
brothers and sisters
my lovers
and those living in the wastelands
of themselves

cast aside these
things for you are not a church
or a palace or a temple

no
you are something
much stronger and vast
grow yourself into a forest

turn all the sleepless nights
and breakdowns and hospital visits
and suicide attempts
and those traintracks of scars
into the great twisting trunks of trees

grow yourself as big and bold
as you need to be
protect yourself
wrap up all your sharp and soft
edges and corners
into the bark of mother nature

become a forest
because
through fire and drought and storm
and flood
the forest always comes back
even the charred remains of trees
stand strong

so
i say to you
with your dark circles
and long sleeves
and chest hidden behind a binder
with all your scars
and imperfections
be a forest
because
a forest is unstoppable
it always comes back
it always grows back

and so will you

The good thing and the bad thing about reading is it personal and optional. R.C.

Begins while still babbling, fluffing their feathers but showing them how to open a door
Cradling while still wobbling , cleansing refreshing their moving forward is now an obsession
Needs met  in stages, all corners being cut on wages ,personal provisions not as important as before
Finding new futures being seen and needed by others while the maternal grip holds back progression


Swaddling & coddling felt as primal instincts now making it even harder to break the link
Many words spoken of time passing so fast after the fact we are now left aghast
Spoons to forks to  even knives, sippys to slurpees &slipper; slides ,but now on the brink
Crawling on floors to climbing the walls,bringing one up while both become more grownup
soon passages mementos & chronicles are just another generation that has passed

Building a healthy home life while learning from strife ,daily  rituals helping to meet the masses
Transparency of childhood taking on newer levels ,more corners thinking & revealing more opaque
Vibrant with many variables is addicting for all those involved while trying to avoid the view through rose colored glasses
One coming of age while others just age gracefully ,while also hoping life will cut a clean break

Fledgling to   finally  flying ,fashioning fortunes while falling and occasionally fumbling
Brought along with bumps & bruises  mingling with blinks & blushes ,crushes while also caressing
Weights of the world now wait but maybe leaving elders holding the gate,flying to fast leaves them stumbling
Fondness strengthened to unbreakable loyalty no others rising to this level of royalty
the preparation for the separation now comes as a mixed blessing.:) R.C.

Always two sides as a way to  feed your head  , entering in one ear staying in the middle
  No resolution without dissolution ,still  a  fragmented fantasy ,if we don't leave a  firm foundation
The inward argument not meager when seen as eager,staying the course with remorse but still following a riddle
Passion in lesser portions ,staged so that they don't over come fortunes, sought always with underlying tones, forgiveness as a ration

Many ways  of sealing the past ,power through prayer ,forgiveness asked but never quite retrieved
Methods making matters even larger than first realized ,now forcing our souls to visualize  what really did happen ?
More  events before or after but always recognizing that life's episode, making our way, taking in all messages received
Blindly bent ,facing forward but with a flinch, inwardly solemn ,always guilt ,about to be spilled,almost a confession

As bright as the twilight our minds love to receive ,pure thoughts ,playing upon personal emotions
Brought in happily, welcomed with fondness finding feelings as friends, sparking ,forming fabulous futures
Farming fortunes ,seedlings arising into new lessons , greeted as needed , blossoming into fresh positive potions
Broad bounty blessing our minds ,accumulating, present even in our absence ,resting,nesting as it matures

Yes the positive can bring coveted notions, rising up and over, from fledgling to building  solid forged bridges
Built to last ,often so rigid that a mind can hide a bite of trivia that once  left many aghast
Pressure pointing outward often rising upward , unsettled problems going from the lower  valleys to the higher ridges
Behold we can break out forcing memories to evolve , resolutions or solutions ,never letting life's memories leaving us  feeling harassed.R.C.