Dear Life as you may know
hope exist together with peace.
I know I’m lost
in the forest of poisonous thoughts.
I look to Mother Earth for guidance
of how to survive.
I thrive on a dream
that occurred to me last night.
I was a plant blooming in the woods.
I thought to be a rosette
with a diamond like crimson petals.
I turned to be a wild weed
with yellow and wilting leaves.
But I was a I troublesome bustard
, a rebel at heart and soul.
My world is made of puzzle pieces that don’t match together.The picture parts seem to make the reasonably ugly picture but the shape wise it has all gone wrong. Someone upstairs was drunk when crafting my jigsaw puzzle but I still cherish it because it’s mine and unique. Someone would say- ‘Oh you are so positive.’ Well, what else can I do? I have a nail and a stick so I make it work- it’s called – the extreme life craftsmanship !!!
with all your
heart and soul
so as not
to fail at
– Charles Bukowski,my song