I. We are mortal,
Our time in this world is finite.
II. We are built for much more
Than just the fight.
III. The heart wins always in the
Battle of the mind.
IV. People are transitory,
But so are sweet coffee and laughter
By the morning's light.
V. Don't forget, my dear,
Here is life,
Hot and human,
Equal part hope and part despair,
A mix of curiosity and primal fear,
The purest element, but, oh, so volatile.
VI. Use your gifts wisely,
For they come with a price:
They are tethered to strings of compromise,
And they, themselves, can crush you
Under their weight.
VII. Be not afraid of God,
Instead, be afraid of man;
For we are fickle creatures, Child,
This you must understand.
VIII. None of us can choose our destiny,
And none of us can escape its bloody hands.
IX. It is not thunder that grows flowers,
It is rain,
So watch your words,
And watch your tone of voice,
Remember words are weapons
Of the purest strain.
X. And lastly, child of mine,
Remember this.
'Happy mind' and 'Happy life'
Go hand in hand.
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Exorcism: A Poetry Anthology
PoesiaA collection of poetry dealing with life, love, and its side effects.