the garden

broken stems and crumpled petals are all we need to see

neglect and mistreatment are now in plain view

the nourishment has been given to animals who will not take advantage

the soil has then been overrun by fecal matter

no boundaries

the garden perimeter degrades into society

the beauty of color is awash with destruction

and sorrow

it was not time

the height of existence is sometimes too much

peace and tranquillity

excitement and perseverance

many reach the high point of cultivation and throw down the gloves

no consultations

just neglect

when a new garden begins 

while the previous is in full bloom

the mark of creation looses value

if a new garden is in production

while the previous is wilted and dead

internal introspection needs to be had

everyone can enchant a garden into full bloom

everyone can cultivate and maintain

plans the seed and let nature do the rest

gods among us

against all odds

i survived

when they told me i couldn't 

i did

without words they doubted my ability

i kept them silent by proving myself

to myself

i sat

alone

reflecting

breathing

absorbing the negativity

through analytical research i gained momentum

a force to be reckoned with is never one and done

the super nova does not happen only once

i can create

evolve

expand

explode

and then begin again

eventually other energies find me

and we are the gods among a sleeping population

we are the sages of love

 the warriors of right

our purpose is experience

observe and report

to ourselves

to others desiring clarity

among the mist

we travel

we sleep when the sun is not so hot

we pollinate the lands we visit

receiving attention from passers by

the melody we hum nags at your subconscious for decades to come

you can dismiss our being

you can refuse our character

but you are one of us

working through

again and again and again and again

the opportunities present themselves

but what is considered insanity to you

is considered taking a chance to me

learning about your environment is not destructive

being a product of your environment is

and no one but you can observe like you do

disdain is the culprit

and sparks annoyance

which can turn into rage

if you let it

offer yourself the moon and the stars

but follow the road ahead

choose your own adventure 

and gather your memories

permit yourself the freedom to exist

when the wicked come for you

and they will come for you

you will be better equipped

the teacher is always the student

and the student the teacher

have you enjoyed the spoils of war