The decision is made

Life is on hold

And feeling are cold

You have to be bold

'til a decision is made

You'll start to stress

Just do you best! 

You can do nothing less

'til a decision is made

So hang on tight

Stay up all night

The future's not bright

'til a decision is made

The time has come

What must be done

Has just begun

'til a decision is made

You're nearly there too

You wont have much to do

If you just choose

As a decision is made

See, now, isn't this so much better

So much freer with every letter

You'l be glad it's over, even if you regret the

Time that a decision was made

Inspired by the blog post of a friend - https://geoxymorons.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/day-one-decisions/

I am not done

I lay dying.
I should have been laid dead. But I lay dying.
I saw Death beside me. I saw her outstretched hand.
She did not force the handshake.
She never normally needed to.
Most accepted it willingly, grasping for her fingers like a child grasping for their mother.
Some, of stronger heart, raised their hand slowly. Controlling the ascent but always determined. They always sped up the last couple inches though.

My hand, by contrast, was forced rigidly into my side,
(Albeit grasped in a fist, to resist temptation).
Death, well, she didn't do anything.
Except wait.
For she had all the time.

I announced to the unlistening world:
"There is a contract.
I do not do this for comfort.
I do not do this for power.
I do this because it needs to be done.
The world would take me.
And I would gladly rest.
But for the fact that I am not done."

Though the world didn't listen, Death stood stoic.
She nodded with minimal movement.
The hand withdrew, and she did not.
She would always be there. Until I was done.
There could be no hesitation.
There could be no doubt.

I started my longest journey, with Death as my constant companion.



http://imgur.com/gallery/6X0s9

Nurture me

I'm a seed, nuture me
So I can grow to a tree
Take my place in forestry
And start to develop properly
As I begin grow into my property
Because when I wake each day I see
This place I live and rest my head sleepily
While I may never define this place formally
As the one in which I form my ideas creatively
I have no doubt the influence it has subconsciously
That we can only ever be defined from our memories
Which can never be created fully independently
From our surroundings and also our inventory
We must realise, what helps us individually
To grow into something so meaningfully
That we must try to cut away externally
(Even if we only do it occasionally)
Gives us space to expand regularly
Beyond our current personality
And into what we aim to be
A tree full with greenery
That grows happily

A lot of love to Popcorn by the Solillaquists of Sound for inspiration for this one http://genius.com/Solillaquists-of-sound-popcorn-lyrics

Lament of the voter

This is the lament of the voter, let me be bold
To experience this just once, before I am old

I don't want to vote out of fear
I don't want to vote out of fear
I don't want to have to vote cause I'm scared if I don't
That I'll be persecuted now and here

I don't want to vote out of fear

I have to say that it does seem recently
Only a lesser of two evils choice has been given me
And it may seem feeble but a vote for less evil
Is one that fails to inspire me

I don't want to vote out of fear

I don't want to have to chose between my heart and my health
Take my principals and put them up on a shelf
So I can hold close my nose so that (as everyone knows)
I can vote for someone I don't agree with myself

I don't want to vote out of fear

You're given two options, a yay or a nay
No reservations or nuance you can display
But we promise we do, next time a vote comes through
You can make a totally free choice on that day.

I don't want to vote out of fear

I get it, I swear, I understand
The last few votes that happened to be planned
It was really vital that I voted right this cycle
It just seems all the ones before had similar stands

I don't want to vote out of fear

It may be I'm entitled, but let it so be
Fear is never my choice frequency
It may be a crime, but I swear that next time
I'm just going to vote for me

I don't want to vote out of fear

Politics of fear be damned.
Let us vote honest.
Let them not scare us anymore.
We are the people.
We are the power.
We are the voters.

So, what will you chose?

Time

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Quickly clicks the clock
Millis Seconds Hours Days
Till our ending ways

Time is passing, Never lasting
Speeding fast forever asking
What you're doing, Why you're waiting
Should be pursuing not procrastinating
With every falling grain of sand
Spilling onto barren land
As dust turns to rusty crust
Do whatever you must
Time is running away
To your final day

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Quickly clicks the clock
Millis Seconds Hours Days
Till our ending ways

Time is a resource, of course

One to increase by thought or force

Don't be caught into other thinking

Or your mind will be sinking

Into panic and anxiety

Will steal your time quietly
You need to work in this fight

Create all time day and night

Realise time is yours to use
Lest it be yours to lose

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Quickly clicks the clock
Millis Seconds Hours Days
Till our ending ways

Time is fluid. Time flows
Where it goes, man, no one really knows
But listen to me, and listen well
If you try to fight time you'll go through hell
Just let it happen, fall wherever it chooses
You'll catch it in moment, drop it in snoozes
But don't worry, man, and don't be so downbeat
You'll find the time once you find your feet
Don't be so arrogant to think you have control
Or so much pride you'll never go for a stroll
Embrace time, and the fact it does what it will
So come walk with me, we've time to kill.