Just One Person

Usually I try stand alone.

Often people try tell me shit and their words fall
on deaf ears.

And they are really annoying even for even trying, because if they were any kind of smart then they would know that there is but one person who can manage to break through the shit

Only she can make me listen

Only she can make me think

Only she can give me all the perspective I need in my life

… For my life!

Many people use many different names to identify her.

I too have a few too many for her myself.

But only one is really important, MOM!

I can tell you a lot of cheesy chit about her.

But two simple honest truths stand

She’s awesome and I’ll love her to death
Yes, the second bit of that is, in itself, cheesy but
fuck you if you expect me to apologise or blush about it.

I honestly forget this, one time too often, I forget what I need her for
as opposed to what I think I will need her for.

Sometimes I forget what she means to me.
Sometimes I forget what she’s done for me.
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am.
Sometimes I forget what I’m meant to do for her.

And it’s not always pretty when she reminds me of these.

I’ll die before I disappoint her.
I’d die before I let her see me fail my life.
I’d die before I let her die from a broken heart.
I make it my responsibility to make she dies with a smile.

And for all she’s done for me I will repay her.
The good in kind
and the bad with the other cheek.
She, to me, is more of a god than any imaginary being
written about in religious scripts, and more righteous.

She is my mother, she is awesome.
I won’t say much more about her, you don’t need to know that much.
Except, maybe, one thing. Only her children will ever fuck with her.

AND ANYONE ELSE?!?!…

WILL HAVE ME TO ANSWER TO

Cherry Blossoms In The Winter Time

What do you wish of me?
Shall I tell the lady in presence.
Tell her that her absence passes without check.
Or would she rather here truth?
Warn, though the latter, my thought.
This warrants not my caution.
Lions do not sweat over the actions of springbok.
Feed my heart to the pyre.
Is thine beater in thy own possession?
Should I still hold it, perhaps?
Nay, foul considerations! Juvenile folly!
Let the thing out.
To the dirt with it.
Well left, enough.

be GOOD kids 😀

liars and believers

They told you your skin was ugly.
Told you your hair wasn’t good enough.
They told you that you weren’t skinny enough.
You weren’t smart enough.
You are too nerdy.
Too conservative.
You don’t need to think you just need to follow.
They fed you all these and other lies, and you believed.

Some of it probably isn’t your fault, but that’s a lie too.
You still believe. Even in the face of proof of the otherwise, you still listen to what they say.
Perpetuate their stands. Their ambitions. Their goals.

You were told to not ask questions.
That it’s the way of the world.
That is just how it is.
How it will always be.
they told you what’s sacred and what’s not.

What’s good, evil, real, fake.
Who and what to trust, and who and what not to.
How to act, feel, react, respond.
You listened, internalised, perpetuate and will continue to do so.

They lied and you believed.
They spoke and you listened.
They ordered and you acted.
They tricked you and you fell.

It’s not that you didn’t see it, you just aren’t willing to do anything about them.

Don’t worry though, you aren’t the only one, most of us did.

Hell! I fell for it too, I’m just not staying down for it.

What will you do?

Please Remember…

Don’t let them win, you can’t

But don’t forget either that…

don’t be mad, but its true