Hear the things,
they speak with their eyes
Words are a lair’s arsenal,
look just how lightly they step
around promises, and juggle emotions
Look within you for your truths,
see what injustice strikes you like a fist,
understand what you stand for.
The outside, of many things, is a facade
the innards, soul and belief belie this
Flesh and bone, masks and smiles
housing within a starlight light,
or void blackness
Knock the barrel, hear the echos
turn from the rot
Life was never designed
to be easy, it’s supposed to
be hard to make you strong
Travel, talk to strangers,
Notice the unnoticed
Admire the flowers
Take action, with forethought
Don’t hesitate to be kind
Be happy for happiness’ sake
and be generous, share it
like clean, fresh rain on
your fellow man’s parched field.
Poet's Corner 