Mindfulness

I don’t know about this one.

Here it goes; the past is old, the future is untold and the present, well the present is me, I guess…

 

Hey doc,

Let’s not take this back

Nor to the future,

But right here in the grips and

The velocity of the moment.

 

Just sayin’, me

Puttin’ pen to paper, this exercise of mindfulness,

Reminds of the one hundred lines

I was told to write in detention with the words:

I must not talk back!

(In History, no less)

But responding to the wrong authority,

Like the past intertwined with the present,

It can be poetic in the future.

 

We’re not so different, me and you,

Because we both don’t know

The true creation behind subconscious chaos.

But we both know that textbooks can’t

Make sense of the nights, when no stars, were

Lightin’ the road and

My will was the only shinin’ thing that was

Leaving me alive.

 

I don’t know if it was

All for nothing, and

I’m waiting for another

Reckoning, but is it of my making?

 

Because many folks outside these walls, well,

They love to see someone like me

Hittin’ up the bottle.

But, they always say, it was never anything personal.

I try to give nobody satisfaction but

I am on fire, and

I don’t know,

I guess my mindset is

Wired for failure.

 

And yeah,

I’ll have another,

Before I go…

I know it’s complicated,

But our world has

Seven billion

Riding high on their own

Propaganda.

It’s centuries old where

Manipulation is being

Spoonfed to the blind and

Creating division in our minds, but

I’m the mad one who can’t make sense of reality?

 

Feck that and all that

Because my truth is, see

Television,

Politicians, and

Scriptures,

It doesn’t matter.

Can you tell me

Who is innocent with

Pollution blowin’ in the air and

Bombs droppin’ from the sky; and,

Killin’ children in their hospital beds.

All the blood drawn is

Cuttin’ my jaw, and that’s

The reality.

And, does anyone honestly believe that they are

Justifying a version of peace?

 

Time and timelines are re-written

Where out of peace the

Hatred rises, such as

Homemade bombs

Strapped to chests.

But I want to know do they ever

Realise too late that they

Don’t want to be a martyr?

And, here goes the boots marchin’ on home soil

To the step of the nation’s secularism

Against someone’s religion

For being on their turf.

And, I reckon I can say with conviction that

We find out everything was

Born out of a lie.

 

I've said a lot of things here, but

What am I achievin’ right now

Because doctors see me, and

Everything I’ve just said,

As another statistic…

And that my mind is, well, they tell me that

I must not talk back