FOURTH TRIMESTER

First was all good, making life from nought.
Secondly we grew, before it became rough.
Thirdly we wobbled towards splitting tough.
Fourth is a final bond, lasting forever though.

EYES EVERYWHERE

There’re eyes everywhere you look,
staring from every cranny and nook.
Making you feel as naked as fragile,
with evil around behind every smile.

ANIMALS FIRST

Before human people are animals first,
compassionate with an undying thirst;
with their intelligence as a smarter pull
to be equally devious, mean and cruel.

PRESENT MAMA

Best privilege bestowed on a child
is feeding merrily and never mind,
playing with joy, crying to bother;
guarded by ever present mother.

LOOKING UP

When children look up who do they see,
the sight to dread, respect or one to be?
Child’s aspiration mimics their decisions,
copies their fantasies or painted versions.
Either way, children become their visions.

IT IS A GREY WORLD

We live in worlds with lots of grey,
where folks are not what they say.
Where good people do bad things,
where bad people do good things.

MOON SHINE

Gloom clouds over when it is fine,
moons in any life loses their shine.
Whenever the circumstance allow,
the brightness returns soon in tow.

COURAGE AND BRAVERY

Courage is to admit any weakness
and doing something firm about it.
Bravery is recognizing true fairness
and damning all the cost of getting it.

LIFE IS A STORY

Work might define a person
but it doesn’t tell their story.
Daily strides each a reason,
everyone’s life is their story.

WORLD CHANGES MOST

What is wrong changes over time,
because anything changes in time.
World will change most folks good;
few people would change for good.

INSIDE OUR STORIES

Anyone feels forgotten and worries;
everybody inside their own stories.
Whenever you feel you are ignored,
maybe others are just as bothered.

JUSTICE AND REVENGE

Reason justice and revenge are confused;
one is forever emotional when it’s abused,
the other attempts instilling objective law.
Not all legal, though same copies we know.

HUNTERS AND GATHERERS

Civilization has not outgrown its savagery;
people are still heartless brutes in misery,
why they repeat same battles is a mystery.
But they still gather and also will still hurt
and wars comes down to that simple fact.

GOOD, BAD AND UGLY

Children will grow up to be what they will be,
no matter what we say or do or don’t maybe.
All that we can is teach them what is all good,
the ills of the bad and ugly too, like we should.

LIVING DEAD

Maybe if we all got to live like we’re dying,
with everything to lose and also nothing.
After all it is not far fetch because we are,
forever dying, that’s one thing we all share.

PLANET OF THE APES

We are all here to do what we can,
also attempt following some plan.
We are not just here solely to live,
we are here because we are alive.
We are a sum total of what it takes,
the creature of all choices it makes.

PIECES OF YOU

Remember well on all your behalf,
people would want what you have.
To keep for themselves, not share.
Even your last piece, they won’t care.

PIECES OF YOU

Remember well on all your behalf,
people would want what you have.
To keep for themselves, not share.
Even your last piece, they won’t care.

OUR NINE LIVES

Do folks really change, who knows.
Certainly a person ages and grows
and alter tastes and pause in ways,
so become reflective of their ways.

HEARING WALLS

The walls have ears and they share,
they will carry tales far without fear.
Deepest room can never hide that,
which its walls reveals in their craft.

NATURE IMPULSE

Love is a natural impulse for sure;
one without its scientific structure.
But it could quite easily be proven,
with the logic its birth has chosen.

TERMINATORS

Judgement day is long in the past,
terminators now walk in our midst.
People long created their down fall,
the machines are already in control.

BIRDS AND CATS

Women are lovely birds but mean cats,
men dependable dogs but scoundrel rats.
Independently they seek and con in hunt,
their romance ever a losing made up front.

PLANTING ROOTS

Origins doesn’t define any people,
where they plant their roots does.
Their cultures and beliefs mingle,
with its changing needs as it goes.
They’re circumstances, it’s simple!

OUR HOME ON MARS

Still far off in dreams it yet remains,
our home on Mars, in waiting pains.
Every story told in hopeful prediction.
Earth diminishes yet no spare option.

WAKE UP TO LIFE

Through the misty veil of morning,
dawn whispers secrets of waking
to the rising world from its resting,
at the moment of clearest timing.

GO TO HELL

An awesome delight it might be here
if all those sent to hell actually go there.
Just maybe they will all meet to say hi
and when we join them, sing Kumbaya.

TWO FACES

What if we all had two different faces,
choose to wear when or in all places?
Would we be any different as we are,
or simply we after all be as ever were?

BURNT OUT PRINCIPLES

If dying for any idea helps it,
no empire perishes as we sit.
Every identity builds on itself,
before it grows beyond itself.

TIME IS RELATIVE

Time is relative; its only worth depends,
upon what we do at it’s every passing.
Personal time follows the rate it tends,
its passage depends on needs pressing.

HELP IS HELP

Help is the most beautiful creature;
quite attractive in whatever nature.
It disguises its emotions in sorrow
and is only revealed when it show.

HOPELESSNESS

Regret is not the useless emotion,
it has its uses in the right situation.
Hopelessness is the most retched,
because regret corrects one notion
but hope once defeated is ill-fated.

SIMPLE FOR NOW

The world of the young is simple;
teary cry, a hug, smile and giggle.
All grown up, all hell breaks loose;
it’s a chase, race or hunt to choose.

HIDE AND SEEK

Life has always been seeking and hiding.
running from or coming to, ever minding.
Wanting all the best, avoiding the worst.
Merit or not, always hoping for the most.

TIME FEARS THE PYRAMIDS

Man fears time; time fears the pyramids.
In Egypt wonder is alive and still breeds.
Rolling skies will hold it in place forever.
It will outlive the world of its own maker.

WHO BUILD THE PYRAMIDS?

Once a special God child strayed out to play,
he had with him tiny bricks made of lime clay.
As his young mother failed in her close watch,
he descends to build in the wet desert marsh.

HELL ON EARTH

What makes the abyss feel terrible
and makes the world feel liveable?
Is it demons living off men’s misery
or his cruelty in depraved poverty?

UPROOTED

Even the mightiest will fall one day
and it’s pride downed and floored.
The firmest structures would sway
and surely some day be uprooted.

THAT MOMENT

Rocky waters would float by still,
like time passing by feels a steal.
People show up, then submerge;
that moment passes as it emerge.

THOUGHTS

There is a quiet place we all go to,
that place we’re alone, just us two.
We talk while also listen in bursts,
to our counsel and own thoughts.

ALWAYS AT HOME

What must it feel like to be home,
to always be at home everywhere?
Always take and have all as borne,
with all you need and love so near?

HOPE FOR GOOD DAYS

Hope for those good days when;
music makes you dance in pain,
your coffee tastes quite magical,
a stranger smiles for you and all.

WHAT THEY WILL

You can’t change who people are,
they will always do what they will.
Only watch as they be who they are;
guard to care less how you might feel.

WHO IS YOUR BOOGIE MAN?

Who is your boogie man, my friend,
the scary man you see in the night?
With your eyes closed at day’s end,
what worst bit of you do you sight?

NATURE RESTS NOT

Nature rests not in its endlessness;
grows, feeds, breeding in oneness.
When it rolls over on its mightiness,
it mourns and kills in its lovingness.

LOVING LETTER OF PAIN

A letter from an elderly woman from a nursing home.

I am 82 years old, I have 4 children, 11 grandchildren, 2 great-grandchildren and a room of 12 square meters. I no longer have a home or expensive things, but I have someone who will clean my room, prepare food and bedding, measure my pressures and weigh me.

I no longer have the laughter of my grandchildren, I don’t see them growing, hugging and arguing. Some come to me every 15 days, some every three or four months, and some never. I no longer work in the winter, I don’t bake cakes, I don’t dig up the garden. I still have hobbies and I like to read, but my eyes quickly hurt.
I don’t know how much longer, but I have to get used to this loneliness.

Here at home, I lead group work and help those who are worse than me as much as I can. Until recently, I read aloud to an immobile woman in the room next to me, we used to sing together, but she died the other day.

They say life is getting longer. Why? When I’m alone, I can look at photos of my family and memories I brought from home. And that’s all. I hope that the next generations will understand that families are born to have a future (with children) and that they do not forget about the family even in old age.

Please don’t show this to my children.

Grandma Maria loves you. ❤️

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

Everyone believes in something too,
something bigger than them or you.
So if they say; their force be with you,
simply also say; be also with you too.

LOVE IS A PHOENIX

We hate those we love the most,
because time changes when lost.
Love has a rebirth like the Phoenix;
from ashes beauty refreshes its fix.

FRIENDS ALIKE

What do we do with our friends
and why do we really have them?
Is it to compliment family trends;
its boring familiarity we condemn,
or to complete us and make amends?

DREAMS ARE MIRRORS

There are mirrors in all our dreams
that sees us anyhow wishes seems
They’re made in all possibilities fines
and pointing to directions that shines