Sunday, July 23, 2017

Treasonable Doubt

I can create a war zone amidst perfection. 
Uprising of constant depression. 
Heavy ammunition to protect weighs down solitary existence,
Unnecessary resistance.
Is it a mine? Is it my mind? Buried till it explodes. I ache. 
I came in peace but now I come in pieces.
I can't be your soldier whilst I am my enemy. 
But thank you for your arms x

Monday, March 14, 2016

compost

If I look back at my own life I can see that I have been given lessons. If I haven't learned the lesson, I experience the same conflict on a greater scale until I really learn. It can be so incredibly painful that a complete change and rebirth is forged. It's quite a beautiful process, like a flower growing out of manure.

If I look at history to my knowledge, I can see that humans have been given lessons. If we haven't learned the lesson we experience the same conflict on a greater scale until we really learn. I would have thought that the impact of Hitler was an incredibly painful lesson. It doesn't appear that humans have learned yet. We are not separate, we are of the same seed, the same as each other, the same as the earth. What will it take to learn this lesson? Is Donald the manure, the shit, the ugly waste necessary to make us realise it's extreme opposite? I have some faith that humans can make this a passing Trumple weed.