Life is like food. You are born into life as a fruit, vegetable, or meat. You grow and both plant and animal we always have trouble. Then we grow and grow and we’re all grown up. All ready to get into our new lives. Then you have two ways to go. One, you are born in freedom so you can do whatever you like to do and live a good life and die a peaceful death. The other way. You are born to a nasty little farm where you are slaughtered and eaten by your boss. You are chewed, crunched, swallowed and then the rest of your life is miserable. All your energy is sucked up as you live the rest of your life in a tunnel and when you finally get out it’s time for you to die and you’re dead. You die as a hated piece of shit that everyone hates and is disgusted by. Everyone moves away from you even after you die. No one goes near you or even glances at you. You’re just a dead piece of shit. Born the wrong way. Slowly just seeking into the grounds unnoticed. Unknown.
Human bodies hang in air, thrive on light and air, bloom as crops of soil and water, still need tools to sustain here. All souls desire strength to sustain, to harvest crop, to build home. We get speed to roam
The things they eat, The things they don’t Makes us mothers mad Crazy as hell Yelling shouting high pitch Stressful it is sometimes but then What is worth is the fact These little ones will learn As time passes, they
Here I go again another GOD send. Have you ever thought your life had another chapter, I’m talking about the here after. Is it Heavenly, is it Supreme, Everlasting, or just a Dream? Will we shoot and miss or reach
For you I am walking on rocks holding unburnt match sticks, you want me to throw them behind me. To step down in lake for washing sins from the snuffed out skylights. Between green and blue I climb on leaves.