Teenage

Promises are too easily breakable
Strung together only by the desire to be trusted
Words held up by the vigilant watch of others
And by flimsy human pride

Cheating is breaking a promise to yourself, they say
But what are my promises really worth to me?
Promises which aren’t scrutinized by anybody
Promises which when broken, don’t cause pain to others
Pride is only held when there are others to judge you
But when the only judge is yourself, there is little you can do
Justifications, justifications, justifications;
All pile up, chipping away at self-esteem
Until your own word means nothing to you anymore

One death, two deaths, and then three
Until death is just a number on the screen
No permanent penalties to any mistakes
Restart, repeat and reset; Nothing’s at stake

A safe place for my heart to race,
For me to reveal my over-perfectionist face
Sometimes, when I sit fuming at my hundredth save-file
I wish that life had a respawn button

Plane – it holds all shapes,
all flat;
It cannot hold the height,
not even depth.

3D – is when you add that more;
the more of depth or height.
It holds our modulated world we see
and makes general life qualified.

Multi-dimensions – it’s all crazy;
it’s a bit more complicated.
We can think of them as the bin,
full of unseen-ever-entangled layers.

True love is amazing.
True love is awful.
True love is a way to cheer you up
and a way to drag you down into your misery.
I mean I’ve loved before
Yeah, and it’s amazing
but heartbreak is worse than grief
it makes you feel so low and so sad.
True love is a disguise
for a new type of pain
that you don’t properly experience
until you are a teen.
True love is torture

The way the wind blows is like an emotion.
The harder the wind, the angrier the earth.
When I sit and watch the wind express its emotions
I feel like I understand.
I get why the world is angry.
The way the wind blows
is in a way of trust
like the wind is trusting its secrets
to those who care to listen.
The way the wind blows is in peace not war.
The wind understands you
more than you understand it
so take care.
The way the wind blows.

Silly sausage

His legs are pretty small

He’s not very tall

He’s trotting down the hall

While chasing his ball

He was running down the corridor

When he leaped out the door

Speeding down the lane

Grrrh! What a pain

Caught him in the bin

He was eating with a grin

I said NO!

Then tapped him on the chin

I was doing my job

When I heard some feet go plod

Oh, it’s the hairy sausage dog

Talent is an understanding
an intuitive knowledge of how things work
a Native speaker of a language
who simply knows, understands, without being told

But not everybody has talent
some have to be painstakingly taught
slowly, but gradually, we learn the grammar, the rules
the wisdom to understand, the courage to speak
We Hear, we Talk and we Learn
to Draw, to Write, to Sing
They’re all languages
the geniuses may intuitively understand them
But we can be taught,

It’s amazing how one thing can mean so many things
from deep, meaningful love
to tyrannous hate and broken hearts,
from safe healing and sacrifice
to seeping blood and painful grief,
from bright roses that flourish with a smile
to the burning and destruction of these very smiles,
from sweet, juicy strawberries that explode with an exciting flavor
to rich, spicy chillies that can bring someone to their senses,
from fiery, gorgeous evening sunsets
to exploding fireworks that show even in the darkest of times,
from celebrations of gratitude and friendly parties
to the crying and hopeless screams presiding in the thick air.
We will never know which one it is
but that’s why it’s beautiful,
that’s why it has meaning

There is no definition for paradise
no rights and wrongs
and no boundaries that are restricting you
For some it might be a peaceful life on the beach
with a fresh summer breeze and the sound of the waves
as it places your mind in a feeling of happiness
For others it might be a 9-5 job, with consistency
and an evening filled with stories from your kids’ days
and bonding in family dinners
And I could go on and on with examples of paradise but
in reality there is no rubric or instruction guide
In reality, you decide what paradise looks like to you
which brings up the questions –
What do I want? What is paradise? But most importantly
What is paradise for ME?
And to figure that out, well
to figure that out, you need time and patience
but also curiosity
to figure what’s truly out there
and then for some there may never be an end
they can continue to go and go
and it might just feel like
Am I getting anywhere?
Do I even have a purpose?
And that’s the key
finding your purpose
and finding your true value
But, who am I to tell you
what you must do
or what is required
because there is no rule book
there is no step by step manual
Paradise is an idea of never ending creativity
that can be as easy as making a sandwich
or as hard as climbing a tree
Then again, for some climbing a tree is easy
and for others making a sandwich is hard
and that’s why there are no limits
and there is no
‘I have to do this’
or
‘I can’t do this’
because really you have the power to decide
what your paradise is.

I am not your enemy.
I am not your rival.
I am not your servant either.
I am your king.
I am your king who leads you to where
you should be and should not be looked down upon.
I will listen to you.
I will care for you.
But I will not bow down to you.
I am the reason why people like Alexander the Great
and Mahatma Gandhi existed.
Ever wonder how a bird learned to fly? Or heck
even how a cheetah learned to run like The Flash?
Yeah… That was me… your King.
Ever wonder why rappers can speak so fast
and why sloths are so slow?
Yeah… That was me… your King.
You don’t have to say thank you.
You don’t have to love me.
But wait. Who created the idea of love?
Yeah don’t worry… That was me… your King.
You probably still don’t believe me.
How about you go look it up on
what is called… Google.
Ever wonder why it’s called Google?
Ever wonder where the internet came from?
Yeah… That was me… your King.
My sister Hera even witnessed me
throwing darts of lightning rods on a daily basis.
And you’re going to tell me I am not your king?
I guess there can only be one knowledgeable
person in this world.
Yeah… That’s me…
Your King.