Whet thy whistle and cherish

life is like soft peaks

swinging from frayed ropes

dangling from hot tin roofs

tapping wild bare feet

Whet thy whistle and savor

horses trotting on old brick roads

black eyed sunflowers bending

spirits hiding in gray mist

rushing wind on blushed ears

Whet thy whistle and witness

feverish tracks of strewn rocks

fingers rustling on silken grass

fingernail moons and froggy leaps

sun dances in waving winds

Whet thy whistle and listen

warm breeze piping

wetness whispers of wind

waving palms mid azure skies

thousand of tales murmuring

WANDER AT THE EDGE OF LIFE WITH EARTH AT YOUR FEET

Life is like the far side of the moon:

unseen and uncharted, but always there

shrouded in darkness, yet waiting for discovery

unpredictable, yet destined to follow certain rules

caught in perpetual orbit, but never fully in view

cold and mysterious, but once unveiled,

will forever alter one's perspective.

The young are brimming full of potential

but as we grow we sacrifice for the actual roles are defined as you slowly become

a student, a worker,

a lover, a mom

and as you slot into

your well-chosen path

it narrows and bends

until finally at last

choices are slim

potential is gone

but be thankful

you chose something

before you had none

cos life is like

a narrowing road

where choices

and potential

slowly

erode...

Life is like the whirlpools we learned about in school. I remember my eyes being wide as we heard how Charybdis sucked up Odysseus and his crew. I was intrigued by anything adventurous at that point. Columbus, Marco Polo, Tarzan, Mowgli... I wanted to go on adventures, travel the world, fight for honor and love and respect. Unfortunately, that was well before my time. The Greeks homoerotic, "anything goes" society was crushed under the muddy boots of the Christians. The explorers that fascinated me as a child were exposed as racist, sexist, greedy assholes when I was in seventh grade. Those books I'd read were all written by racists as propaganda to support the unwanted entry and "cleansing" of lands like India and Africa in the name of Christ. Everything I've learned in school is now crumbling and dirty, and I feel like all my childhood dreams are drowning.

Free, full of laughter & running through fields trying to catch the lighting bugs as we’re children flowing with innocence.

Soon we become a mess of hormones and emotions, trying to understand why Boy said “No” as we stand alone watching him walk away.

Next thing we know off to collage we go, hopefully becoming the doctor we always wanted to be.

All a sudden price charming gallops along sweeping us off our feet, hypnotizing with his song.

He fills our hearts and ears with lies, all of which we believe due to our deep naiveness.

So, one more time here I go, life is full of bullshit either direction you go.

#lifeis