We Were

We Were

Provocative, perceptive, persuasion has always astounded us all
Pushing and shoving a pecking order, contemplating human emotion and calculating it's next move
Never-do-wells minding no ones apparent business which was filled with delusions to begin with
Like waves cresting on the sea, the clouds roll through skies above us counting out days gone by, yet to be
Misery has never ever existed yet, for at this point, it wouldn't know where to harness its power from
Semi-hard anguish the only indicative of a masculine society raging war within itself
How sick and nauseating with the crimes turning our stomaches just rolling and boiling forth
Pleading with our innards to obey our will, but we fully know to purge is to absolve
The release and stench waters our eyes and the acrid smell burns our olfactory senses
We are thankful for that first taste of water reminding us of the sweetness of youth


Renewed fervor drive us on to the next scene
Life's evil emergence propels our vehicles as we run rampant searching for the next intersection
Even though the lights warn us, we proceed on in our ignorance crunching and crashing
How astonishing is the dim recesses allowing us the perfect excuses to our delusions
So we continue to commit harmful acts of unkindness to ourselves and one another and excusing such
As if we had the right. As if we had the right to defile our temples, we are on load nothing more
Why does a mother shun her child? What transgressions has the little soul?
Can we argue that the soul was corrupt and and she sensed it the way a mother cat senses its
Sickly newborn to cull the herd? If she is wrong or right it doesn't matter. We all exact
Our own justice. We will judge, we will persecute, we will condemn and, oh yes, we will hang
Necks broken by the tethers we put on ourselves and by the societies we elect


Exhaustion has taken its toll as we sit to reflect


Up and down. side by side.Vehicles propelled by mother nature's will or waters of unsurety
Some vessels crash on the rocks and someone's lost--never to be found. Life is the continuity of the water
Not the continuity of an individual fish, but a school, a flock, a gaggle or herd
Life is all things that have ever existed and all things that have yet to be existed
Existence is the beginning and the end and life is the journey. The good times we look forward to
We grieve the bad. Some will be all consumed by the flames and quenched by the
Snuffing out of our light. By day break there will only be the memories and the distant ripples
That wash ashore thousands of miles away in their echoes to the new forces
What we were, what we once did and how we once hated and how we once loved
Oh how we loved, we rejoiced, we sang, we danced, we supped, we cried, we were
22july2007


~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.