This is it ...

This is it.
There is only this planet.
You only get one life.
This is it.
Whether you choose to love.
Whether you choose to hate.
THIS is IT.
Treat others great.
Treat others bad.
This life.
This is it.
Your life. My life. My children's lives. That's it.
If a government built for the people by the people fails.
That's it.
If all the trees in the Amazon are gone.
That's it.
If the all the fish washed up dead on the shore because of waste and pollution.
That's it.
If we war with others that don't agree.
That's it.
What is it all for?
This life, this planet, we all only get one chance.
That's it.

- Sharbi3

Namasté

Fluid

I wanna put on a record
That makes my hips sway
Draws me into the groove
Sync with the melodies
Catching each vibration
Tingling the hairs of my ear drum
Hear it there?
Snare drum beats
Feel that there?
Sweet sassy heat
Flows from each toe
Up through my legs
Musical energy flows into my soul
Out through rhythmic movement
Fluid

© 2013 Sharbi3

Rearranged & Scattered

Thoughts scattered ...
Words arranged
in patterns
Yet tattered ...

In dog earred corners
Of notebooks strewn
On the floor

In a room of my brain
Repeating the same
Calling it new ...
deranged

Insane in the membrane

Banks filled with memories
Of allegorical stories
that relate to emotions
Complicated by strange

definitions
of how it was supposed to be ...

Mindlessly wandering
deserted
streets
looking for hearts
wetted with
Rain swollen eyelids
Trying to make them dry again
but they can't ...

Cuz like a champ its got a record
In five minutes and four seconds
Nevermind the boogie down reference ...

My mind spray like Egyptian
hieroglychics
Saturating limestone in tombs
Cuz the room
Its empty

Filled with memories of times long passed ...

Counting down
the unwound clock
Time.
still.
moves.
forward.
Like the sun also rises
These words
they despise
The truth
Cuz it's the truth ...

And honestly, honesty
However cliche
Is the best policy

So these books ...
Scattered on hardwood floor
next to the door jam
Nestled there
being kicked around
and swept.by dust
Contain all the words.that were supposed
to be said
but instead
were felt
Now the heart
that wanted to express
those words
Never did ...

So in the tangled mess
on the floor
Are all.the words left unsaid
Yet spoken
Through pen
bleeding red ...

© 2013 Sharbi3