Life is a game of chess. In other words,
we will play until the king is put to rest.
Life is a game of 21. In other words,
we can hit or stand without knowing
the dealer’s plan. Life is a game of Risk.
In other words, take out your sword,
prepare for war and kick down a door.
Life is a game of dice. In other words,
some will shoot twice without thinking.
Life is a game of wins, losses, ties, tears,
blood, sweat, love, pain, hope, and loss.
In other words, take what’s yours,
love from the core and be a boss.
It’s been raining for 26 years straight.
I haven’t gotten tan since my life began.
Soaking wet, I had to learn to stay afloat.
I even built myself a boat. In my life,
I have seen friends, family, and strangers
encounter dangers only few understand.
I have seen some sink to the very bottom.
I never liked swimming, but it’s what I had
to do to keep living. I learned not to be
afraid to swim around before I sink down.
Some days, I’ll dive down to see buried
memories and under-water trees. The rain
never goes away as nature does its thing.
I am drenched, cold, and tired as I paddle
in place, creating ripples in time and space.
The water will rise higher, so I practice
holding my breath. I inhale first. I hope
for the best and prepare for the worst:
no air. I am under water, over my head,
but I am still alive, just extremely wet.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here; fear
has left me. Time has blessed
me. Another year: I’m still here.
Through struggle, I have found
a common ground. I’m bound
to turn around every frown:
to return all stolen crowns.
Here, I am, still finding me,
doing my best to finally see
what it means to sails seas
and to grow tall with trees.
Through all the pain, I start
a journey of learning. I wish
to know all the places to go:
every single place to know.
I’m still here: I plan to live
a life that only I can give.
You have never killed anyone with weapons
of hate. You have killed those with kindness
so great. Nothing hurts more than being nice.
To feel alive and free is the only way to be.
There is a choice to kill off that voice –
to kill them with kindness – to feed the mindless.
Your life seems timeless when you kill them
with kindness, with heart. No need to part
with what got you so far. The kindness you give
will allow you to live. The hate you create
is the voice you make. Understand your plan
before others can. Before you save them,
turn the lights dim. Understand the dark
before you see art. Appreciate your life
to be the brightest light. You must kill them
with kindness. Kill the hate. Don’t think twice
to be nice. Put the fire out with a little ice.