Surviving a Reality Called Life… (We – The Mind, Body & Soul…)

Life,
it is not really life anymore,
life,
it is now kinda like a battle,
but we don’t go to war,
we,
we just have to wake up,
no weapons,
we,
we just have to be courageous
to take each day as it comes,
no shields,
we,
for we there’s nothing to loose
anymore,
no giving up,
we,
for we life has dealt its worst
and we’re numb to the punches
forevermore,
and we live this war
’cause there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore,
our cheeks have hit the pavement
floor,
our backs have been buried in the
mud,
still, we rise up,
for we,
our strength lies not in being strong,
our toughness lies not in being tough,
neither does our ability to stand up
or get right back up
wraps itself all up in our resolution,
we,
for we,
its not just about we anymore,
its about we and the people we love,
who loves us too,
its about the little things we see that
makes life worth at least one out of sixty
seconds more,
the many lemons that life throws at us
so we can make more than a glass of lemonade to gulp,
the old woman who smiles and says
i wouldn’t change a thing if I could go back in time,
but i wouldn’t want my daughter to make the same mistakes
i made back in time,
the little child that says hi with a twinkling smile to a dark skin man
and runs back to her mother’s arms
and we all laugh,
mother, father, child and I,
the sadness and hopelessness,
yet relentlessness of a beggar at the
same spot every day,
begging for a dime,
not wanting to die
when there’s nothing to live for,
or even worse be sustained by,
but he makes it seem there’s everything to live for,
the heck, he’s even got it worse,
but he clings on,
and then, a beautiful flower,
creatures, awakened by the scent of spring time,
why should we ever stop to try,
again and again,
one more time,
when life itself is just one time?

Waters Never Cease Midstream…

When a man becomes too emotional
he looses control,
and that’s sometimes often why he was loved
in the first place,
wherefore he “falls” in love
and looses love…

When a woman becomes too unemotional
she looses care,
and that’s sometimes often why she was loved
in the first place,
wherefore she “falls” into place
and looses her place…

One Of Substance, Like Mandela…

I have to be what I am
to be what I will be,
I have to wither through winter,
to blossom in spring,
I have to feel pain,
to know what joy is,
I had to get lost
to be found,
I had to be put to shame
to never want to loose my pride again,
I had to get out of my nest,
to know how being free really feels,
I had to shed tears
to make every smile last longer,
I needed to travel
to see the world at large,
I needed to fight for my right
to gain what was rightfully mine,
I didn’t need to be conquered
to know how sweet victory really is,
and I didn’t need to look for anything other than peace
to know how crippling war can really be,
and through life,
I continue to learn,
learning all I can
to know that I know little of everything,
and I continue to do,
doing all I can
to make sure tomorrow is brighter than the last,
looking back on every yesterday’s
with the sole purpose of never making the same mistakes,
and looking forward to tomorrows,
with the sole desire of going further and further
with hope in my mind,
and to work with these hands…