Poet Posts

Here, the dawn
The eternal struggle
Reaching into all the planes of existence
From the lowest hells to the highest heavens

We try to control, maybe
Or to advance, sometimes
To master, something
To create, always

But we are caught off guard
By life's living nature
And I lapse from my creation
Into a period of contemplation

Yet for all the thinking, there is
The act of doing
That transcends the deepest thoughts within
For it is inspired by those thoughts

A life is perhaps a moment of inspiration
Stretched out to its maxima
To face the dawn of a new struggle
Conflict within and without those lucky living souls

Who have the privilege of being truly alive
Facing all the problems of life
Without succumbing to the deep dark negatives
That would swallow us all hole, if we let them.