Low Hanging Fruit

Would you let me try your fruit? The mere thought of such fruit causes me to lose myself A fruit so sweet, it remains incomparable to any other fruit I can imagine I’ve been searching far and wide for something so sweet And I’ve found it in you But don’t give it to me sparingly […]

Would you let me try your fruit?

The mere thought of such fruit causes me to lose myself

A fruit so sweet, it remains incomparable to any other fruit I can imagine

I’ve been searching far and wide for something so sweet

And I’ve found it in you

But don’t give it to me sparingly

For after I try this fruit, there is no going back

Forget it, I’m past the point of no return

Nothing is as sweet anymore

I only have a craving for your fruit

I sit under shade of a large tree and I gnash on this divine delicacy

After I’ve eaten it, there is a feeling of emptiness dwelling in me

I thought the fruit was what I was searching for all along

But now that I’ve tasted it

I don’t know if things will ever be the same

Did I reach the pinnacle of my existence with this sweet divine fruit?

Or is there more to life?

I wander around aimlessly searching for something that can fill the absence of that fruit but all I find is

Low hanging fruit

A Double Metaphor

You gripe about things with little sustenance

Still, your sustaining of the matter keeps that very thing alive

Can’t you see you are the one inflicting the wounds?

Sore and gaping?

Still you dare not to look at it

Because then you would have to treat those wounds

How could the inflictor double as a healer

I wonder

However I am not absolved

I am not better than anyone

I sit lying in hospice

Awaiting the day I can be released

Will it rest on my shoulders to be the one

Or will the wounds mend themselves and cease to be

Pardon me

I walk through a meadow with thick lush grass but a thunderstorm strikes

And the rain is too much to bare

I look for cover but there is none

To where will I hide then?

No.

There is nowhere.

I continue as it should be

What More Could It Be?

I can see the finish line

No doubt in my mind

I will be the one

To manifest everything

Ain’t it fun?

This rat race

I laugh in your face when you say

You hold the gun

Standing and watching from the outside

Makes you a non-participant

It seems I lack the discipline

Blurred lines between dreams and wishful thinking

Your message is heaven sent but still I want to stay grounded on earth

Is it all a curse or am I blessed

Am I nothing more than dirt or am I the soil beneath my feet, the trees and ever more?

Not only am I a part of the source, but I am the core

Spare me the needless details, I want to know everything

So it can be my saving grace

And squander the problems I face

What a Nice Idea

Don’t demonstrate to me what you can show without effort

The personality of life takes its shape in you

Oh how I wish I was that lively

Still, I take time to come into my own

A feeling of lack makes me think I’ve found a home

In you

I want to be like you but I’m not you

What a dissonance

You flaunt your privilege

While I’m submerged underwater, waiting to come up

You’ve found a comfortable raft on which to brave the seas

Oh the irony

This old rickety thing?

What am I saying?

I bite my tongue until it bleeds

Maybe that will teach me

Finally

To let it all go

Baby Steps

Given the right context

I could bloom with many prospects

Give me the right tune to sing

Give me the harmonic melody

You struck a chord in me that resonated

Life and death I contemplated it

One day my breath will leave me

Will you teach me how not to hold your hand

So that I may blaze the trail of my own accord

An unbinding of self, a sweet divorce

Resulting in a union

The separation of two creating a fusion

But how could one separate the inseparable

Allow me to fall but not to stay down

I want to make you proud

Of me

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