Simpler truths,
Will do.
Wisdoms kept in back pockets,
Schemes in perpetuity.
Shared freely.
Witnessing a pupil dilate,
Looking into a lover’s iris.
Hazel gradients,
Purest devotion.
Rustling of wind,
Through the crab grasses.
Racing across tidal channels,
Sprinting & leaping the muddy furrows.
Racing siblings across log booms,
First on land –
Smashing ourselves with every fall.
Warmups for the sprints,
Leaping across log booms,
Bobbing in the Pacific.
Easy way to get caught.
Trapped.
Drown.
Simple truths,
Eh?
When you meet death,
Through a hundred close brushes.
Bow.
Pay respect.
Learn to love her,
As the eventuality she is.
Learn to enjoy the ride.
Make it last as long as you can.
That’s a pretty simple truth.
When faced with adversity,
Or prejudice?
Play at Machiavelli.
My poor innocent father,
Would protest.
Yet I am not so foolish.
Another lesson:
Simple truth.
The world is cruel,
But even moreso –
The world is selfish.
Trapped in petty tribalisms,
In lieu of humanist pursuits.
A burden left to the clever.
My struggles,
I cannot eliminate.
Even for myself.
In this era.
A simple truth:
There will always be somebody,
Fighting our fight.
To you,
A hundred futures from now –
Keep fighting.
Simple wisdom.
Some of us haunt more than places,
Or people.
We expend lifetimes,
Drinking idealisms.
Trying to live our values.
My father is foolish,
At spotting greed.
But his morals,
Are impeccable.
Simple truth;
We get to choose who we’ll be.
We Get To Choose Who We’ll Be.
