Chaos is a point in time
when patience sees leaves
on green trees flee
and hairs on heads turn gray
in the state of disarray
defined as life.
So pride smiles and looks aside
as chaos battles human wit.
WE CAN OVERCOME-
(OR) WE CAN BE OVERCOME.
That little thing called life goes on
with the ambition of a first-time mechanic
who repairs their car
with Paper Clips, And Wishes.
Hard times do not discriminate,
everyone is subject to a chaotic fate.
Define yourself
by one bad moment,
and suddenly the world
starts to crumble.
You fumble
over words,
like sidewalk trips
send you to the pavement
with scraped knees,
begging please
not again!
The Culture To Condemn
imperfection arrives when
our society unplugs
from reality
and remembers you
only
by one bad moment.
I fade in and out of inner peace
with every step of dragging feet.
The skin so tender has time to heal
and callus over tremendous pain.
Swollen backs,
swollen muscles,
do we ever get a break,
you and I?
You and I have our place
in the world’s deepest fall from grace.
A second chance,
a second time,
A Final Call for freedom’s line.
There stood the man
of violent devices,
chaining you to your room
with words of deceit.
A lock on the door to life
sticks you with the weight
of endless obligation and still,
you are not entitled to an explanation.
London’s fog
has its hold on me.
I can’t see
the sun.
A wish,
a reality,
I can’t see
the beauty
of the world.
The lonely windowsill
sits to my right
but I Cannot Fight
my plight
of interrupted thinking
which has me sinking
into the fabric
of my mindset.