Young Minds

“I think God is the first person who died”
That’s what my seven year old said as he we played together.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
I had never considered that.
Also I had never considered the very first person who died.
Where was their heaven if one believes in such things ?
Who greeted them in that tunnel of light ?
No prophet yet born. No lamb of God shorn.
Was it the Devil ?
That doesn’t seem fair.
Sent to his lair.

Or hers. For just being first.

Man or woman ? Was it Adam or Eve?
Whatever you believe. Somebody was the first to go.
The first to leave.
Before all the fuss of what to follow
Makes it all seem hollow.
Dare I say silly ?

Dare I ?

(C) Slumpless

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Heavens above

Send me the winds that once blew the skirts of better women
Let me stir the molten brew through a crack made easy by a circle spawned
The waves that splintered better rock than me, And than thee.
Set them free.
I command the soil and air.
Beware.
You who think your bones are made of stronger stuff.
Enough.
Kneel and be humble to the low grumble of a sky gone mad
This lightening should be frightening
It snuffs the bulbs out in your home
To light up the heavens
Above
Below
Don’t be the arrogant hero
On ground zero.
(C) Slumpless

Last Day

Lord grant me nothing as I did not believe
I only came to you when the rains came.
Lord fill me with nothing
Because that’s exactly what I did for you.
Am I so brazen to think that just because I ask you will listen ?
Give and I shall receive?
But I didn’t and don’t.
I wore this life out with not a thought for later
Not exactly a hater
But no great lover either.
The people I cared for , I did so with ease
Certainly not to please.
You.
The good deeds I did were for my own pleasure
Memories I treasure
For me.
Not you.
I did nothing too taxing or grand
Nothing that will change this land
This earth will take me back unchanged by my mark
Not brighter just stark.

So as I call out your name in writhing pain
And ask for release.
Don’t listen. Don’t give me peace.
I’m not a believer, I didn’t pray
It shouldn’t be different on my last day.

(C) Slumpless

Moving

Every night we learn to die,
to forget the mass of flesh and bone
and travel beyond the realms of our perceived lives.
Every closing of the eyes,we leave and live a million lives.
A jumble of different things
Some formed of unfinished thoughts
Others with nothing we have seen before.
Every night we learn the abandonment of a cage we call home,
Yet we fear the day when there is no return.

So I learn to think of death as I would a house move.
Not as close to those I once lived near but still in their sphere.
Not all alone
But in a new home.

(C) Slumpless

To the last crumb

She finished the very last piece of her cake

Not a morsel left on the plate.

“She’d lick it clean,” You said.

“If she could”.

You said this like it was a bad thing.

I wonder does she live her life this way ?

To the the last crumb ?

You could make stuffing from all the half arsed things I’ve done.

Lick it clean. Finish the cake.

Life is short for goodness sake.

(C)Slumpless

Filters

It occurs to me that I am blind

And so are you.

We all are.

We have been given two eyes

Into which we put all our beliefs

And yet we know that our sight is limited

We know but we forget.

I will not call them eyes from now on.

I will call them filters.

To remind me over and over

That what I see, is what I’m allowed to see

That I am blinded by this human form

That I put so much emphasis on what I deem to be true

Based solely on what comes through.

But the universe is bigger, deeper , wider and more full than

The tiny portion of my tiny brain

Will let me imagine.

(C) Slumpless

Malongering

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My sad eye is pressed up against the wall

I heard the nightingale’s silent call

Out there everything shimmers

You  in the middle of a lake that glimmers

Flora and fauna and mossy roads

Faeries and pixies and croaking toads.

Water spouting out your finger

A thousand reasons to let me linger

Staring out at your bright world

Ignoring the fact that I’m being absurd.

Is it better to have a crack

Or does it just highlight what I lack?

(c) Slumpless