Slacklining

This World

This world

Is made by us

Absolutely

Lived by us

No one

But us!

Choices…

What will we choose?

Will we listen to

The all-knowing

Of

The norm?

The average?

Or

Will we listen

To our dreams?

Our hearts?

I say

Listen to our dreams

And

Listen to the dreamers

Listen to the words whispered

By the poets of the past

The poets of today

Take hold of your dreams

They’re speaking to you

And

Only you!

LISTEN TO THEM!!!

So many live

With thoughts and hopes

Of

The next life

Being the grandest

The mind can imagine

Or living with

Fears of forecasted fiery flames

In the hereafter

Without ever living this life!

Stop living with, the what if?

Simply start living!

For

If you spend a lifetime

Without opening your mind

Your mind

Will be

Just as asleep

In the next world

And

All the streets

Paved of gold

Will mean nothing

All the riches will be

As wanted as

30 pieces of silver to Judas

Once the rope tightened

And

His last breath was gone!

Find the true riches in this life

By being alive in it

Not just going through it

Hoping things will be better

In the next!

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave

Judge

I can only judge

By

What I’m shown

So please

Show me truth

Or

Be the best at lying!

Do your job well

So

I’ll have

Something to smile about!

Like a pig

Being lead to slaughter

Lead me with

Your best deception

Your finest performance

I do require a skilled liar

A skilled deceiver  

By this point

In my life

Because many

Have come before you

With

Tasty desserts of deceit

Lies of such

Mesmerizing beauty

Any truth at all

Was impossible to see!  

So today

Cut me down fast

With your finest words 

Like the sickle slicing

Grain in the fields

Or

The butcher draining

Blood from the lambs   

So

I’ll never know

What is really before me

Sing your lies and lullabies

Tale me your fairytales

Sale me your pipedreams

Show me your alibis

And

I will look blindly

Smiling at the Trojan horse

Before me

While your army

Of

True intentions

Waits quietly inside!

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave