Live, Give, Love
Live the life in your mind
The one you dwell upon
Live the life you create
The one thats very fond
Give moments of your time
To someone who needs a shoulder
Be the foundation for someone
For wisdom to grow wiser and older
Love like its your last time
Delivering a beautiful smile
Grant it always
Love never goes out of style
I live for my happiness
I give many moments of bliss too
I cherish every one who i encounter
Just know i love all of you
K.j.a. (c) 2016
One Nation
I don’t pledge allegiance to the flag anymore
Maybe I’m an anarchist
Maybe I’m not patriotic enough
Or maybe I just don’t recognize the country I live in as my own anymore
Politicians have always been, and will always be corrupt
It’s practically in the job description
Corruption is not, by its nature, a bad thing
Sometimes it just means protecting the American people from themselves
But when the political class can wave around their corruption
Flagrantly, like some kind of dick measuring contest
And the American people sit back, doing nothing, being careless
Then what the fuck is left to salute?
No Escape
shackles leave snake trails
for serpents following behind
but chain-break escapes
peel flesh and thirsty lips
will track the bleed
left in spatters and footprint.
struggles etch deep arrows
and staying still allows the coals
to seal in juices so I'll
join the hunt with all the other
cannibals faking freedom
and we won't stop
until we finally taste ourselves.
Failure Is Lucky, Too
With as much Irish blood as I've got, you'd think I'd have more of it. Instead I got the ability to make red hair look good, and a temper to match the gods'. I grew up scratching lotto tickets, nonchalantly scrubbing it away, but secretly hoping to win. Jumping on every opportunity that knocked, making wishes on quarters and pennies thrown at state lines. Luck, I discovered, is something we have to make for ourselves. It's about trying as many times as we can and getting it right just once.
The Good, the Bad and the Dumb
Was it good luck that got me out of that ticket?
Bad luck when traffic's slow but I'm in a hurry?
Dumb luck that no one got hurt when I ran that red light?
Why would luck give a flying fuck about traffic worries?
Was it good luck when I first met my husband?
Was it bad luck I thought my son needed a father?
Was it dumb luck that I grew tired of being abused?
Where love's concerned, why would luck even bother?
Was it good luck that you were there when I was lonely?
Was it bad luck we got drunk and reckless that night?
Was it dumb luck we both have a weakness for whiskey?
Luck of the Irish, at least until dawn's harsh light?
Was it good luck that I fell in love with you?
Did bad luck show up just to make my marriage fail?
Did dumb luck give me the courage to finally leave?
Was it luck of the draw, when my life became a fire sale?
Should we thank our lucky stars when life is good?
Should we curse our rotten luck when life sucks?
No, we reap what we sow and life reflects our choices,
except for random twists of fate that we call Luck.
We, that corporate we of a type you will soon recognize, secretly hoped that after all was said and done and g-d has rolled up the parchment that judgement would go something like this.
God: Well according to eyewitness accounts of your life you were not a good person.
The individual us: (smugly) I would take a second glance at that there record.... Sir.
God: Can I get a angelic record please?
Moments later...
God: OK this has never happened before. Thou all appearances indicate otherwise you have such a good heart that all of your sins and egregious behavior are as chaff when weighed against such purity of soul.
You: (deep reverence) it was rough lord, everyone was against me but...but I was made different, by You of course, to be the unseen
salt of the earth.
