Learning to Live
As the engines roared,
Thick black smoke danced
In search of the heavens above.
Metals cut the ground open.
The pain one could only imagine.
Symmetrical lines mapped the fields,
Whose green once housed thousands of arachnids.
Then the Lord watered the earth.
The thirst, the hunger for growth
And the master sowed his seed.
And hope filled the spring airs.
-Solomon-
I watched a famer and his son working the fields one lonely spring evening. So I wrote…
Her tears were only paralyzed.
Paralyzed emblems of hope.
Hope that her suffering today
Would wipe away your tears tomorrow.
She missed the sunset
But found a full moon.
Whose light was everything.
Everything she loved about the sun.
But then the darkness came
And flying stars lit up the skies.
Stars that granted wishes.
She wiped away those paralyzed waters
And wished that the moon and stars
Fell right into your eyes
And so right in those big brown eyes
She had everything she missed about the sunset
She held you, she held light.
-Solomon-
Close your eyes and picture heaven.
Beautiful isn’t it?
It was bright and white I’m guessing.
Now do the same, only this time, Hell.
So my question:
Why does brown also have to be black?
The good jobs, ‘White’ collar, aren’t they?
The illegal stuff, black. Black jobs we call them.
The beautiful princess was called Snow.
Literally Snow ‘White’, my standard of beauty.
Our standards of skin, black and white.
But are they? Are they really?
I pen these words against white paper
And yet I’ve never seen a white person.
I pet these words in black ink
And yet I’ve never seen a black person.
If beauty is white and ugly is black,
If heaven is white and hell is black,
If all good is white and all bad is black,
Then maybe I live in the wrong world.
The impact our “skin-language” has
May seem small and insignificant
But it goes way deeper than our brains can process.
The tongue has power
And power can be dangerous
-Solomon-
What about this tribe?
One of a mass of souls wandering
Up and about in the cold
Empty vessels made of gold
Seeking the kind of strings
Many take for granted
That tribe whose
“Knock and the door shall be opened to you”
Is only but a verse in the Bible
And what about that tribe
That longs your touch day and night
That dances with the stars
On cold lonely nights.
What about that tribe
The one that cares only so much
Happy with nothing in return
These empty golden vessels
Willing to give away
The golden vessels itself
So that you may empty your tears in it.
Drawing smiles in ink
Is only an attempt to hide reality.
Always remember that tribe
That cared when no one or everyone did.
The one that cared when you closed both eyes
And faced the other direction
That tribe that stayed
Waiting with open arms
-Solomon-
Ridges of snow.
White is beauty
In an ugly world.
-Solomon-
Closed my eyes for just a second
A whole lifestory flashed before me
I saw you and all the pain you caused
I saw me before I got shattered
Too shattered that you must stay away
Or else these pieces will break every last part of you.
And who am I but a man to break another?
Solomon
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I took a walk when my eyes failed to close
In the darkness, I watched
I watched as the liquor flew out of my hands.
With a blow to the head I sent Jack Daniel flying into the moon
That night with the moon and stars as my witnesses,
I decided to live again.
Solomon
If you are struggling with an addiction, always remember that there is light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to believe. You can live again.
A recently caught up with a few friends of mine from school. One of them is David. I have known this guy since 2006. Davis a writer, performer and entrepreneur. We had been talking for some time when something struck me. David takes pride in talking about his past, something I seldom do. We talked about everything from life in boarding school to our first encounters with the fairer sex.
I barely talk about my past and when I do, there is things I choose not to say. There is memories that I have completely shaded black. Sometimes it’s like they don’t even exist. And other times, well I’d rather not mention.
What really breaks us to this point? What has the power to bring a whole man to his knees? I play rugby and on that field, despite all the pain, nothing and I mean nothing can get a tear out of me. So what are these things that really make us cry? What exactly is it that creates all these hurtful memories we harbour within us?
Our existence is the embodiment of hope. The fact that you breathe is hope in itself. Life is hope. But I’ve come to understand that hope is a very dangerous thing. Hope is what breaks you. It is what brings the strongest of men (and or women) to their knees. And since life is hope and hope is dangerous, then life is dangerous in itself. You can’t live and not expect bad things to happen. At one point or the other in life, certain things shall and will happen. But because we hope only for the good things, occurrence of bad things will break us. Just Imagine winning a 5 million dollar cheque! Imagine this happening and you did not hope for it to happen? That overwhelming feeling, the adrenaline, the energy is inversely equivalent to what you feel when you break because something happened that you did not hope for.
Those that hope the most get broken hardest. But they are same people have changed the world. Hope breaks us but it is also hope that pushes us to achieve the impossible. Hope builds the world. So we can’t stop hoping simply because we don’t want to get broken. Life is a risk in itself. The uncertainty of tomorrow is the biggest risk. But to reach tomorrow, you need that hope. That hope that can get you there or break you.
And if you are broken, it is only hope that can collect those pieces and make you whole. Then it will break you again and rebuild you. And then you will learn that living is risky. And a risk can result in all sorts of things, good or bad. But with hope, you move on regardless of circumstance.
Solomon
Learn to fly alone
The great eagle seldom flies with an another.
And yet he soars highest.
Be like the the great eagle.
LEARN TO FLY ALONE.
Solomon
Drinking from the cup of love
Poisoned whatever it is that lay inside
And when my soul finally came out
He made the greatest mistake of all
He murdered her. He murdered love.
He killed her so I could live
So I could live again
Then I read a BIBLE
LOVE had to be crucified so we all could live.
Thorns to the neck, he bled
Carried our cross instead
Then nailed to it like a thief
A wild dog, A worthless being.
One by one the nails went deep
Deep in the hands and feet.
And LOVE looked us all in the eye
Forgave our sins, our dirty sins.
And breathed his last.
So as you read this,
Don’t make the mistake that poet made.
He paid a price to live and his was LoVe
But what is to live anyway?
For a life without LoVe is no life at all.
So don’t be like the dead poets.
You should love LOVE even when love hurts
Only then shall you be able to live.
You will soar high above like the great eagle
Above all men, above all earth
Your dreams shall come to pass
Only because you had LOVE all the way
And when your time finally comes
LOVE will welcome your soul in the beauty that’s heaven
Epilogue
LOVE died so that I could live.
Nailed to cross or so I believe.
But I went on to kill love so that I could really live.
SOLOMON
Song Of Solomon 