Everything I Have Come To Know, but Accept As Temporary

Life,
Here now, we are, we can, and we will,
Breathe, and create for we are the creators.
We are the forever young, for our souls,
Are detached from our bodies, they do not age.

We can absorb the knowledge deep within the shelves,
If we wish to learn, and we can experience all,
Hidden in caverns and train stations, we can,
Be a part of everything, we are alive.

Live like you are aware of life, and know the gift,
You have been given, so much it’s incredible.
Never assume anything, except that tomorrow,
Will never be like today, have hope, or fear.

Change,
I throw glitter that doesn’t sustain,
The illusion I try to create,
Although, I understand I need no illusion.
I can be without being made of glossy glass.

Here now, and changed a day from now.
Metamorphosis on the run, a chameleon,
Who does not repeat his mistakes.
Learn and relearn what colors work.

Learning most of my lessons face down.
Then having the strength to stand back up,
Wipe the tears away, they are temporary,
Stress relievers and nothing more.

Death,
The man on the bench disappears,
Who notices? A life gone,
I notice, and that void cannot be filled,
He was never anything, but everything at once.

Facing candles we let loose our grief.
Running your hand down that dark wood,
And begging to see that face again,
Filled with life and able to exist once more.

We all have each other and the world too,
Nothing is eternal but eternity, and,
That we shall not encounter here, only elsewhere.
Little one, no more tears, we are a blink of an eye.

Legacy,
When we are but uncomfortable shadows,
Cast upon the walls at night, where we were,
But now are not, sleeping in another world,
No longer able to spread ourselves among the living.

What have we been? In this world we feel less,
Than what we realize we are, we really are,
Stones that, cast upon the pond shake the surface,
And create ripples from our point of exit, they spread.

Nobody is weightless in the end, and we pull,
Upon the fabric of the world around us,
Bringing down heads in all directions,
Whether or not we were gods among men in life.

The World

Mother is being pulled by the hair,
When we breach her cells, we throw our hands up,
We surrender her unto the dead among us.
We do not fight because we are numb.

When will he arrive from the mountains?
A homemade Jesus, covered in dirt,
Walking slowly, giving us a chance,
Before he arrives, to give us the truth.

How much more blood will surge?
A waterfall to fill a pool of hatred,
We feed the beast, it hungers for more,
Oh Jesus, speed, we are in need of wisdom.

A human dies and we ferociously lament,
A species goes extinct, and we shrug.
We melt the world, our ground is shrinking,
We cannot stop for fear of being thrown off.

Surely she will take back her domain,
As I listen to the knife sing, I hear her,
A static hiding behind every cohesive sound,
Begging me to stop and listen, beneath the leaves.

We blind her with smoke, suffocate her.
We scrape the minerals from her bones,
We suck the oil from her veins,
We burn her hair to plant our own seeds.

I can hear her scream, through the static,
A woman passes my window, wearing heels,
They click to the beat of Mother’s rapid breaths,
This woman is unaware and continues on.

Deep within the silent scream I find myself,
Another one of her children, made from flesh.
We live only because we were chosen; we hold life.
Yet we murder our mother, we are condemned.

As I run against a million faces and words,
I cry out, but nobody hears me,
The sound of coins falling catches all ears,
They swarm towards it, I run away.

Other children fight for her, ignoring the mechanisms,
Of the machine that reaches higher and higher,
The machine calls my clock everyday to drag me,
From my bed, I allow these things, I feel helpless.

A Glass Bottle

A life in a bottle is smashed upon the sidewalk.
The essence of freedom found so suddenly.
The life set free is forced to live,
As a parade of ants marches by.

You turned from me like a rose before winter.
Frost glazed your eyes in the shadows of a poorly lit room.
I needed not your redemption, my crime is none.
I am the murderer of a life in glass.

I do not regret setting free the pale white leaves.
In the earth they will find green.
Escaped from this chorus of wails,
This life can breathe, and know death.

In reflection I see myself as water.
My paths are my own.
I suffocate at the bottom of a lake, and I see the bottle.
It passes by me, and I know it by its true name.

Assault on a crystal world,
I bring destruction, I bring renewal.
This brittle web that surrounds us, it isn’t mighty.
Beat upon the strands, and see lies crumble.

Cities, worlds, walls, and words all make mud.
A vast swamp we fight to traverse.
When the sun dries our path we may walk.
There the glass bottle cannot exist.

I see a tree from the life I freed.
The shards of imprisonment lie at the roots.
The roots dig deep into life, and leave the artificial.
A multitude of silent birds make this their new home.

I see all things fall to tears.
By this covenant of water they are freed.
The glass that held them was only an illusion.
Unlearn everything and you shall find truth.

Kaakermi tehofi eaenhiv segndai arheit amiybi ouryi ordwi tehllai higstin segreai ademi newaika.