The same tool that gave status Became the weapon that death used But in the beginning Where the toil began One by one These items were earmarked As milestones to achieve If life must be considered fulfilled So they strove, Pushing up the ladder Targets must be met Goals have to be achieved And for each success The items on the list was checked Adrenaline, similar to gambling Rushed through the vain Success begat success More success begat strive Strive fueled success And this equation enabled takeoff Far into the sky, Items on the ground looked tiny Engine failed, parachute not quick enough The tool from success was the means of death.
In my dream I met my hero It was electric. I immediately wanted to sing all his praise. Although he acknowledged me He remarked I was too excited. To me it was a wake-up call Nobody should be glorified to the point we lose ourselves in it. I woke up with a more balanced view Heroes are heroes but heroes bleed like we do and we all can be heroes too we just need to find our hero shoes.
Appreciate people Loved ones, friends Be human, feel Hold them, kiss For they are going, everyday Say sorry Thank you Show empathy Slow down Presence of mind You’re going too Every moment Your life account reads less The cycle draws closer To make a full circle Reach out Be, become Teach one To teach another Spread you Connect dots Before the alarm ring Time’s up.
I have seen great men fall From the pinnacle Of their prestige Tumbling aimlessly To an eventual crash On brutal surface. Quietly I observed Swallowed in my thoughts – wondering Is it that life can be so cruel Or great men too can be careless? In my heart I say a prayer May we retire with our shine.
A wise man once told me Everyone is replaceable And his words made sense But upon digesting them I thought again… Except my coco. She could never be replaced; Angel-soul, she protects me Peaceful energy, she soothes me Generous spirit, she provides for me When my energy runs low She charges me up When my fire burns slow She lights me hot I look into her eyes and I’m content I run into her hugs and all is well How then, dear wise man, Can she be replaced?
You called me useless
because you presumed
no usefulness in my make-up.
You gauged my ability
and concluded it doesn’t meet
the required intensity
you want to operate on.
But the point in useless
is being missed
if useless is not seen
for what it truly is, which is
you used me less
not because I couldn’t be used more
but because you used less.
My ability and desire all applied to something
but your application didn’t amount to anything.