Puzzle pieces scattered wide across the hard wood floor.
Over time they've come together save the spot for one more-
and when I found it, I declare, I haven't been the same
Sleep is nearly impossible when you are on my brain.
I found heaven when I found you
and all else is like standing in the rain.
Forget about the things you know
Be bold for tomorrow
Is not guaranteed.
Love and get lost within the throws
Of a moment in which you are freed.
Just when constant torment breaks-
Your mind bent weary full of ache-
Your heart innately follows suit-
No dream of ever seeing soothe-
The world will give you happy things-
Or bid you well on sharp Swift drink-
And find you well the sweet release
Of faith embedded or long time sleep.
A nap to quell the fettered mind
As dreams will loosen and clear the bind
And there will be the open door
Through past torment you've been through it many times before.
And dad will tell you, "this too shall pass"
And friends will say, "no ailments last."
So think until your death arrives
You're going to wake to tomorrow's fight.
And weary though it makes you now
Tomorrow brings another row
So sleep emboldened that life never quits
You live, you fight, you take more shit.
But all in all, life never quits
Yes, all in all, learn to love the bullshit.
Keep god in your heart,
hold love in your life,
don't fear other people,
you're not always right.
Forgive when you can, stand up to the man
and love everybody: treat all as your family.
A million faces in every day,
the devil works hard but you don't have to sway.
You CAN say when your wrong and help carry on:
for those who don't know and those who need you to be strong.
Remember we're all people, we've all got our flaws;
Sometimes you might find it hard to go on.
I've seen a president break down in tears
And 10 years given to a man without any peers.
A lesson that we all have to learn is stay honest:
because there are people out there who will kill you for just trying
to live a life out in the open disagreeing with policies that happen to be broken;
but think of this while your choking on Hollywood smoke:
you can make a difference or complain about being broke.
There's always a worse path that any of us could have taken
but people: none breathing out there are forsaken...
There's silence when the baby leaves the car:
His "ooo"-ING and "oh"-ING
And laughing and " I know"-ING
Leave deafening silence when he's gone.
And then reality hits so hard:
The day begins to take shape.
Work becomes a real possibility
Fun freedom is left at the door-
To his daycare where he will go on to spread joy-
I see the blue eyes sparkling in my baby boy.
As he sits down to talk with his friends:
Friends! He connects and interacts,
The evolution of his life never ends-
How he imagines and plays and it seems just yesterday-
That I held him in my arms-
And he looked up at me-
With tiny, alien black eyes like night
And I had the first day,
The best day,
For the rest of my life.
A tale told all too well can swell
Amidst the mind of naïve folks
How to tell poet from bull-shitter-
Entertaining with truisms and fallacy in full glitter!
As if to end the day with lies could heal a wounded soul-
But wit becomes such vibrancy in sarcastic levity-
To mock the truth: acknowledgement is bold!
Favor truth in all you do as lies are long and truth's in brevity.
A ship sets sail on the open ocean with 500 at its helm.
But wind and wave and sea born beast leave 300 to set the sails.
300 is too small to sail a large sea faring ship-
so 100 in three long boats go forth to brave the wisps.
Wouldn't you know that the sea is an ugly mistress
So 100 in just one boat end up the advent-tourists.
When land is far from you and sickness kills at sea,
Then 50 became that crew of 500's company.
And yet as the adventure waned, no land did these men see-
So after many months along, there were but 1, 2, 3!
And 3 men could not brave the whale, their boat was split in two!
Said one man to the other, this raft is too small for me and you.
And driftwood rafts with one man aboard
Cannot the open ocean bear-
If ship to feed or ship to join does not come soon I fear,
There won't be any of the 500 to sail again, anywhere.
The lesson's this for crews avast:
Be careful of your shipman's number
For those who dwindle will not last
Expand or die to feed the hunger.
Make note of this my Shipman friends
For I predict this now:
If you have listened then now you watch
The fate of the 500 from your bow
Whatever ship you sail on now...
