live

go scratch an allergy

and give it a bloody rash

test yourself against the sun

and burn it to fucking ash

stalk your fear into a corner

and taunt it with a smile

make a heap of all your earnings

and set fire to the pile

walk up to a hungry lion

and bite slowly into its kill

order life’s just desserts

and happily foot the bill

ask for a fight with Death

and make a fist of your hand

pit yourself against the Gods

and meet their eyes like a Man.

ram cobain

(Pic courtesy pxhere.com)

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unseen

not all wars are fought on the front

before an enemy baying to hunt

with journalists scribbling out fate

like history's vultures over a plate

not all wounds bleed wet and red

(just like not all dying leaves you dead)

death can also be walking out of the door

carrying gifts from life’s twisted store

it can mean putting on a game face

and gamely living through the killing days

it can mean never letting anyone know

as your insides reel from blow after blow

yes, not all medals can be pinned to the chest

in standing ovation or to a body laid to rest

yet in the unseen tableaux of the everyday story

the great gods decree there is much glory

so here’s to you, hero of the lonely fight

to how you battle – brave, beautiful, bright.

ram cobain

(Pic courtesy freeimages.com)