Living Shard

Blue men talking, standing askance. Boasting through insecurity's dance. Hands on their hips, changing lead. Reacting on cue, shifting need. Negotiating through, judgment with a glance. Women walking, asking what's new. Gossip, the only bile they spew. Hand flicks hair, waiting their turn. No care found, in conversational queue. Vapid exultations, few words ringing true. At least children are honest, in the games they play. Deceit is expected, engaged in guiled fray. They follow nature, yet to learn nuture. Only feeding the belly, indigenous feral creature. As we grow, our self devolves. Our heads get big. Evolutions remain small. Mind misses action, never to resolve. Blind to self, most seen, stumble. Lost, are still children, solving life gym's jungle. Debased animals, looking to feed. Self serving desires. Slovenly need. Racing with rodents, towards commercialized greed. All the while, rages a storm. Emotional tempest, everyone's norm. Forsaken desires, thoughts, feelings. Chasing fiction in idealized form. What a world it could be if we ignore the vulture. No pressure from society, living outside pop culture. Without realizing such simple truth, doom your life to perennial youth . Blossom in being, a springtime flower. Or, remain the same. A beast, uncouth. Hide your wobble, you never found your center. Or spin again, open doors, and bravely enter. It will amaze you. Realization we are all the same. Unique shards broken Together, life's window pane. Apart, yet still one, whole. Jagged piece, portal to your soul. So savor your flavor. Show the piece that you hold. Let these words be the wizard, to a fearful lion, grown bold. Life is a dictator's game. Too short to do what you're told. So stand on your path. Heart's compass held high. Swim against the stream, Let loose your 'rebel cry'. -Angel Fatale-