Reaching.
The human race is just one of many species that habitats this world, we have to learn to share, to be educated and to gain knowledge in the hope one day all of this chaos makes sense. As we speed through childhood plonked into puberty without a book of instructions or a code of practice, so many questions go unanswered, we plead with mirrors, we write questions in our dairies, we cry ourselves to sleep, we reach out wanting to be touched, to be forgiven, to be free.
We are pushed from school into university, into work places of different designs, days turn into weeks and all we have ever dreamed of feels so far away, we are caught in a whirlpool that drags us along like no tide will ever do, the undercurrent just drags us through life.
We have to be strong to ourselves, we have to be strong to one another, we should look around us and look for people who are fighting this battle, as well as others, by themselves, to keep going we have to fight against many things against illness, prejudice, racism, into the mix is thrown religion and vice and soul crushing thoughts.
We are reaching up and we are reaching out
Trying to figure what life is about
Reading and observing
We are constantly learning
Our souls need to be fed
By the constant desire
The need to know
Why we are all here
We look at one another
With hate or with love
We look to the ground
And we look above
We are reaching for something
That is not always there
We are living a life
That seems cruel and unfair
As our dreams crumble
And our stance tumbles
As our being is eroded away
Trying to push ourselves
Through another chaotic day
We are reaching
We do not know why
Instinct
Animal
Pleading
Breeding
Wondering
What life is?
So my friend this is another journey, I hope it leaves something behind, a new thought, a new way of thinking, as we all continue this battle, as we all nurse the people we love back to health, as we lose people dear to us, shedding tears for people who were taken away too soon, everything we do is dedicated to someone, every day is inspired by something, we have to take the good times to cancel out the bad times, and when we see someone in need, it only takes a smile or a hug, to get them back on track.
There are a lot of evil people out there, they are not ghosts or demons or witches and they can be bankers, directors and presidents. These people destroyed the economy, made people unemployed and used and abused a nation.
In my darkest days that come and go, I think to myself all that I have written is a load of bollocks and I should not be pouring this drivel onto the world, then someone, somewhere, in my home or in the world says something to make me proud of my work again.
So here it is back from the dead more or less, another free eBook hope it makes sense, and if I can be inspired to continue, to be still here writing, than so can you and everybody you know!
Teething Problems.
After eating a great meal
After eating two helpings
Of a sickly desert
Just as you was retiring
Slowly and surely sliding
To your room
A voice form lounge
Made you aware
That mother was still awake
With her dirty grey hair
Giving orders
As if you were a slave
Hearing that twaddle
Peace is what you crave
“Son I hope you are heading
To the bathroom
To wash your hands
And brush your teeth
I have changed your towel
And your brush
Just don’t get water everywhere
Do as you must!”
For crying out loud
That voice will haunt you
Even when she has kicked the bucket
You wanted to say just shut it
But you back down
Murmuring and squirming
Heading to the room
Draped in pink
You find yourself in front
Of an old style sink
With copper taps
And lead pipes
Interior designing
She is not the type!
After brushing for a minute or two
Frothed up well
And rinsed out better
You did a good job
Without getting wetter
And the toothpaste cap
You forgot was in your hand
Fell all the way down to the floor
Bollocks you shout
As you reach down banging your head
On the basin, that will be sore!
You hit the sink with such venom
You ricocheted back into the door
The sink broke into three jagged pieces
As you now fell towards the floor
Falling down without a sound
No way to stop yourself going
As life is a bitch just like your mum
All your life’s work came undone
As you smashed into the jagged sink
You had no way out at all
Throat slashed and pierced
You fail to scream
You flapped about like a chicken
It was not so supreme
As the crimson red
Flowed from your head
The pink decorations on the floor
Would change colour forever more
You was not quite sure how you felt
More afraid of dying?
Or mucking up the bathroom
Mother would still clip your ear
Even when you were dead and gone
As you feel your life flow away
All the things missed,
What dismay
So near to death
Nothing to save you
At least dying this way
You could keep
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Darren Hobson
Lektorat: Darren Hobson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.06.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7396-0138-0
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My life is dedicated above all to Elisa and our two new household members Gizmo and Spook.
I also dedicate this book to everyone who has helped me on this journey of mine including those who take time to download and read and review my work.
Thanks to everybody!