We are essentially the stuff that spews
From dying stars,
Walking colonies of billions of
We’re born and live a while, and then we must
For all to see,
If I ever lose my memory
I’ll just hide away in the country.
I’ll live Homo-neanderthalensis style
On rabbit stew,
Think of nothing, no one, not even of me and you,
My mind will be completely empty
And in this blissful solitude
I’ll spend my days,
Sucking up the Sun’s well-travelled rays.
We are so inconsequential
Together anything is possible
Or at least nearly,
Our species’ existence is a mere follicle
On the arse of time,
Billions of creatures born and died
Within this rhyme,
Don’t kill or die for your beliefs,
I’ll live by mine.
‘When devils will their blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.’
(Othello, Act II, Scene III)
‘The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.’
(King Lear, Act V, Scene III)
Pride for you and shame upon myself
I hide from view and try to calm my mind
Symptoms of tormenting mental health
Force me to relive my other lives,
What could have been, and what is not to be
Failures of love, and friendships lost surround
My brain and pull the strings of ‘me’
Emotionally drained into the ground,
Can one pick one’s ‘self’ up while they’re falling?
If thrown a rope they must have light to see
And strength to climb back up towards the dawning
Of a new enlightened energy,
As long as my blood flows then there is hope,
That I can really live, not merely cope.
Juxtaposing something said,
And something else.
What a curse is hindsight!
How torturous the affliction of regret!