The Library...

All the world is a library

And we are all books

Or so you seem to think

You walk around to the places that interest you

Home improvement

Philosophy

Fantasy

You look at the books as you pass by

And sometimes one grabs you eye

The title

The look

Pick it up

Read the dust cover

Find out what it is about

After a bit you might even open it up 

See what's under the cover

In the pages here and there

And when you find one that suits 

You take it home

But not for long

When you are done you take it back

You keep looking

For another book

Life..

The Great Hill

When you start the view is amazing

And the world seems so big

As you begin to go down the hill 

You encounter bumps and small stones

They throw you off

But the wind on your face lets you know you're alive

After a bit you get use to the speed

And you want more

You peddle faster

Look at you go

But take care

Not too fast or you will miss it

You go off jumps

Tricks that once seemed difficult

Are now performed with ease

Too busy with what you are doing

Don't forget about the world

Too late

Too fast

Half way down already

You don't notice the view

The road is your focus

The rut you are in

The home stretch

It seemed so smooth from the top

It seemed so easy

But you notice every bump

You are sore

Near the end

The hill seemed so big

But it's gone now

And you just taste the ground

A key...

Just because I can come and go

Doesn't mean I am free to leave

A prison without bars they say

You are on the other side

But I am the one who counts the days

You have distractions

And I have these walls

There are windows though from which I can see the world

But it doesn't pass me by

There are things to do here but I can't

Waiting to see what you are doing

Plan my life around your day

And you seem to sense it

When I stop thinking and start doing

You call

God damn them all...

I was told
Opposing views
Opinions biased
Advice turning me astray
Guidance leading to disaster

You deceitful bastards
Betray my faith
But deceive me no longer

Grit my teeth
Bite the lip
Blood drips as I
Take responsibility

Mislaid
I have made mistakes
But I am lost no longer

Connect...

Sing
Sing out loud
Scream
And let yourself be heard

Fight
Out of this box
Burst
Into the world again

Stand
Up to the ones
Who
Trample down
Dreams

Do more
Then shake your fist
Shake up
Institutions

Connect
With your garbageman
The business woman on the bus
Squeegee kids on the street
The old man struggling to climb the stairs

Let yourself show
Creativity comes from the heart
You can't be happy all the time
But damn close
If you allow yourself to be human

From the depths of hell I stab at my self...

On your belly
"Crawl, crawl fucker"
He tastes my boot
As I condemn
His actions
His deeds
I punish him for his crimes

In the corner...

In your corner
Your designated place
You create worlds
Paint your mind
With brilliant colours
Outside the lines
Tracing the soft tissues
Your finger penetrates
And leads you down
Into the depths
Your dark places
The images here are matte
Absorbing all light
You fumble around
On your hand and knees
The ground is sharp
Stones from the past
Cut your hands
The brambles and nettles
Prick your heart
A voice unequivocal but remote
Comes to your ears
A song
Lifting you up
Out of the dangers of your past
Out of the darkness that you hide
In your corner
Your designated place