The Mind’s Life

For once the day is good

Finding a smile as I should

On my own face as opposed to yours

My life does not compete, nor does it take scores

It just lives

And grows as is

To be that; that it will be

So I’ll just wait and see

While currently relaxing with a hot cup of green tea…

That so happens to be…

In a green mug

By some miracle, I managed to miss all slugs

Not that I was the target

They rang out as I on my way to the market

To re-stock on fresh veggies from the store around the corner

I stopped to ration out change to the mourners

Of a good life lost, some simply strung out

But their specifics is not something I need to know about

Because it’s not my business after all

Of what took place prior to the fall

Of the have-nots or their unfortunate history

But for the grace of God – it could have been me

Who am I to say

That I would never turn out that way

Shit happens…

That’s why I’m tappin’…

Typin’ instead of rappin’…

Reading aloud…to whoever hath an ear

Let him hear

Life has two gears

Courage and fear

It all depends

On which end

You choose to move the shift

It’s your choice whether you opt for a sink or a lift

En route to ‘Don’t Know’ but I know where I am

Stopping to visit real folks from the fam

Sorry, gotta pass by those who ain’t

Real I mean – won’t deal with you – I just cain’t

Oh yeah, that word is commonly used

When you’re from the south where language is subconsciously abused

But honestly, it is our native tongue

Derived from ancestors from everywhere – not just mom

From Africa to India and America too

I may be a mutt, but technically so are you

Can you really go back and find them all in one place

Thought so; yet not many of us check the ‘Other’ box when identifying our race

Somehow we’ve been groomed

To not leave much room

For what we actually know

Like puppets we only acknowledge what shows

Society’s design

Boggles the mind

Before it is placed

In a spot

Called the proverbial box

Where you will follow suit until the very end

But as a rule, you don’t have to stay in

Your mind is a priceless tool for what you aspire to be

Regardless of origin, crime, or design – screw the set-up;  freedom is for free!

Advertisements

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. buildingalifeofhope
    Jun 06, 2013 @ 07:03:46

    “Your mind is a priceless tool for what you aspire to be.” Absolutely!

    This is going to need to be read again!

    Reply

  2. ckisler
    Jun 07, 2013 @ 05:25:59

    Love it…Have many more GOOD days!!!

    Reply

  3. Christy Birmingham
    Jun 07, 2013 @ 07:37:36

    I liked the unpredictability to this poem – the slugs is a line I never saw coming! The poem has a lyrical quality to it as well that I like.

    Reply

  4. davidconfidential
    Jun 11, 2013 @ 20:45:09

    Brilliant work

    Reply

  5. Trackback: The Mind’s Life | solmasol's Blog
  6. Menieres Talk Forum
    Jun 14, 2013 @ 05:22:32

    That was really beautiful Charlene. You really are a “poet and don’t know it”, or maybe you do. Great work.

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Home Lifestyles

Top Posts & Pages

%d bloggers like this: