Ravel

I watched her unravel, in front of my eyes.

Through years full of sorrows, secrets and lies.

A life as it happens, is death in reverse.

The end is a given, and that is our curse.

To know we are mortal, we fracture and break.

And still keep on living, with every mistake.

The past may define us, it is not who we are

It cannot control us, it is but a scar.

Something we live with, and somehow survive.

To live is an option, the choice is to thrive.

Death is not the end, life is just the beginning.

Your story is your life, not your death.

Live while you can, breathe it in.

All of it.

Simulacrum

A battered and broken person
with a frayed and fragile soul
Their simulated feelings
are fables full of holes
Their dreams a vain illusion
of a life that cannot be
Their faith beyond redemption
that person they are me
Beyond what lies tomorrow
today remains the same
What lives beneath the shadows
is what we cannot name
A near and distant future
We strive to never meet
Our death a faded echo
of what we cannot beat
If all we are is atoms
and ignorance is bliss
we all believe in nothing
and heaven is a myth
What lies we tell believe them
for that is all we are
Us broken and battered people
with barely beating hearts

A life is what we make it
Forever is a lie
Tomorrow is beyond us
No matter how we try

The person isn't broken
but battered to the core
They stubbornly keep living
though life is but a chore

We cannot bleed forever
Our wounds must always heal
Our worlds exist together
As long as life is real

Intent, Consent, Respect

 

Intent is deliberate, not accidental.
Consent is not negotiable.
Respect is aftercare

Safety is not a privilege of the strong.
Those who oppose it benefit from things staying the same.

Violence is not character, it is force.

Orange and Green

Capitalism is Economic Cannibalism without Empathy

Cannibalism is the Strong Consuming the Weak

Oppression has many Forms and Faces

Heaven and Earth are the Inheritance of the Meek

Respect is Asking rather than Demanding

Dignity is Accepting the Response

Greenland isn’t Green

Envy Is

Contrasts

Everyone has opinions, not everyone has a voice

Everyone has options, not everyone has a choice

All would live forever, but everybody dies

All would hear the truth, yet everybody lies

Absolution

One morning, as I was walking through the valley of the shadow of death in downtown Reykjavik, I came upon the fragments of a broken childhood fluttering about in the wind.

The unspeakable made into words,

a life lost before it began, 

a betrayal of trust,

sorrow.

The cancer of hate and bitterness will consume you from the inside out if you don’t evict it.

Absolution is forgiving those who have harmed you, not because they deserve it but because you do.

Know yourself, love yourself

Love more, not less.

Hate less, not more.

the last kiss

a world ends
not with a bang
with a whimper
as one world ends
two begin
as we part
beat still my silent heart
love more, not less