Seven Pounds

There is so much of life we live for ourselves . Never taking stake in the lives of others or exert the energy it would take to fix whatever problems we have to fix. I wonder if any one man amassed the fortune it would take to heal all the wounds from the worlds many lacerations, would he. An addage I've heard since I was too young to remember is, "You can't take it with you." Which raises the question, why work so hard to have something you'll ultimately lose. As with love, we search for it for, thrive for it, pain from the loss of it, and swell from idea that you may have a chance at it. Eventually, if you are lucky enough, you find that man/woman who sets your soul on fire at the thought of them. If you're luckier than that, you date, fall in love, and marry. Live, have children become old...and here's when the fairytale ends. One of you leaves this world before the other...and everything you've existed for shifts. The center of your world is disappears. Your core dies and the process to find a new core weight begins, as if you are reliving all the events of your life if you've chosen a different path to execute it. These different variables draw question upon question which all comes back to why. The finite of the five inquisitions which plagues humanity to find reason. Life is too short not to share or experience. Not to feel, grasp by its very essence and hold on to each moment. They are each the most important seconds of your existance because you cannot get them back. We think ever so little of seconds we take to predetermine how important any persons welfare, feelings, or existance is to us. These type of judgements, if they are ever needed to be made should require more than the seconds we take to bat our eyes away the homeless, turn our noses up at dreamers, and throw daggers at those who dare to live to their own standards. We are imperfectly exact to whom we are all supposed to be...no one else. Sometimes the seven tons of pressure we allow our judgement to anchor our lives down with is really as light as seven pounds.

Earth and Air

You are the air that I breathe
And I your fertile ground.
We plant these seeds, with the need to learn patience,
So latent from a feeling that sparked when eyes met.
This may sound pathetic,
But the energy between us is kinetic.
I'm serious!
If I stare into your eyes long enough,
I can hear your thoughts.
I can feel you blushes
Like words left your mouth
And it was my heart it touches.
You are so luscious,
Cocoa whipped cream
That I feen for,
But slowly take steps so it means more.
More...
More time for you, Venus,
Cause you're too heavenly to just be my Earth.
I don't wish to be Jupiter,
Cause what good is a king without his queen?
No, I'm merely Saturn,
Daydreaming of the day she wears my rings,
And I carry her across the threshold of our personal universe.
My air princes,
With wintery cold fronts I never wish to see.
Can I exist on just one of your summer breezes?
Can your warm air ease in through my nostrils,
Live in my chest,
And transform into a million, "I Love You"s as it exits through my mouth.
I stand vigilant,
Your rock century.
Who life blew across time from a pebble into a mountain.
Broken down by past love into the form you see...
Willing to brave the world for you
Simply because I would get to share the world with you.
We are earth and air, with us life can exist.
My Libra enchantress,
Thank you for allowing this Capricorn's sun to finally shine through.