People Desperate To Live
© Surazeus
2025 07 05

Hot summer sun heats the metal mailbox
with languid hope of timeless afternoons
at silent running of the forest fox
who brings secret stories from ancient moons
disguised as letters from friends far away
who write sad poems about growth and decay.

While she lounges languidly on warm grass
and dreams about strict lessons in ballet,
she feels relentless flow of the hourglass
disperse our conscious atoms till doomsday,
but she decides she will live for this hour
while watching the honeybee kiss the flower.

Their home constructed of red brick and faith
stands guard with sturdy passion of fierce hope
in tranquil neighborhood of the star wraith
defined by vision of the chronoscope
that weaves our bodies in the human tale
as fleeting flicker on the cosmic scale.

They gather in the backyard at sunset,
the parents and their children with sweet dreams,
to eat burgers and read the town gazette
recounting tragedy of social crimes
committed by people desperate to live
because they always take more than they give.

Each time I come to where two roads diverge
and pause to decide which way I should go,
I recall wisdom of the demiurge
that our spirit will continue to grow
because we are free to design our fate
based on each subsequent choice we create.

As she explains this strategy for life,
my mother gives me ripe apple to eat
since we need energy to counter strife,
thus our hearts grow stronger when we compete
for we are the same anywhere we go,
actors who play our parts in the world show.

Though the world view we all share falls apart
we focus on the basic principles
that form foundation of the social heart
which provides blueprints for communal roles
we play in world food-production machine
orchestrated by the fertile May Queen.

We gather on the shores of lakes and seas
to remember when our First Mother rose
from lake of dreams at dawn of time with keys
that open doors to temples where gods pose
as glamorous stars in the global game
over who will die with money and fame.

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