What's Past

Once you have seen something,
It then truly exists,
It lives in time past as a memory,
It's nothing until this,

There's no potential of its being found,
Show me the proof of that,
Only when it's painted by perception,
Is there any it of which to make fact,

Nor are there any a priori things,
Waiting to capture it,
Experience is still the only thing,
Humans can e'er posit,

But that is good!
These objects of our lives,
Should change everyday as we change ourselves,
Into better people informed by time.

The Past Is Real

The more I think 'bout it,
The past is all that's real,
It's got a subject and a perception,
Wrapped up in what you feel,

Forget the present, sure, you say it's raw,
But without what has passed,
The world's a jumble of experience,
Uninformed by anything that can last,

The future's nothing but the hope of change,
That never does arrive,
For it goes through the mill of the present,
Over to the past's side,

So there you go,
It's true, the past is past,
But it still changes with the pass of time,
Yet is also the only thing that lasts.

To Read or Write

Millennia ago,
If you could read and did,
As a percentage, based on what there was,
You might get eighty read,

I'm no historian, and that's a guess,
But then, look at today,
In fact, look at the time you started this,
For millions more would have written their say,

You could read three lifetimes and not get close,
How do you even choose?
Stick to the classic old white guys of past?
Or strictly something new?

Or do you write?
Not sure the difference,
For joy, opinion, or facts of the world,
I am not sure any of it makes sense.

Run For It

You wonder if time's past,
Too fast to get it back,
Too late to do all the things that you thought,
Were your natural knack,

Instead you sit and contemplate your life,
As what has led you here,
You have walked the same since you first learned how,
Yet what you've walked towards has not come near,

The time has past to learn a new approach,
No new tricks for this dog,
Either the world must catch up with your ways,
Or you must learn to jog,

Or quit searching,
There is no trick to it,
You are who you are, before you can run,
Just practice at making yourself fit.

Just Accept It

The spiral has started,
You see it in their eyes,
The respect, the hope, the trust's disappeared,
You're sure you've just heard lies,

But what else out there is it that you want,
Unlike what you have now?
Either you make the world, or it makes you,
Which implies that it can't change, anyhow,

There's no special trick others have found out,
What you see's what you get,
You might have to just become satisfied
With your sadness and debt,

But don't be sad,
Now you're finally free,
Accepting that you'll ne'er get past your bars,
Makes you appreciate what's at your feet.

Brain Unhealth

My mind's getting lazy,
There's nothing more to say,
Except I've got to trudge through this poem,
Since I missed yesterday,

I'm at the lowest denominator,
Talking about myself,
In such language that it is obvious,
Rather than utilizing something else,

Just pushing my fingers to push the keys,
While fog surrounds my brain,
Is this some degenerative disease,
Medicine's yet to name,

Or have I hit,
Some limit to my thought,
Now my consciousness has had to reset,
So my computational strength is shot?

Your Chances

Oh how the days differ,
When life is uncertain,
Natural instincts try to clear the skies,
Of depression's curtain,

While circumstances around you e'er change,
Yet, they still stay the same,
Distract enough to keep you too busy,
To focus on the real cause of your pain,

Then you step back and observe world events,
Too far to affect you,
Except guilt over how you deal with life,
With most worse off than you,

But that's the point,
You deserve more than this,
Anyone would gladly change lives with you,
Then succeed with none of your excuses.

Waves of Torment

My dreams give me nightmares,
Preoccupy my soul,
Fill my feet with lead, my head with a fog,
Leave my heart with a hole,

Darken the skies, though the sun shines forth bright,
With clouds of stagnant brains,
Casting everyone in a dirge of gloom,
Blackness spilling from my eyes, uncontained,

Avert them from the truth begging freedom,
Amidst this holy terror,
Enwrapped by binds with knots so entangled,
They've encircled my core,

Then I wake up,
Though sleeping I was not,
The patina of gloom is scraped away,
Drained, I sleep now my demons have been fought.

It's Easy!

Just be happy, each day,
Regardless of your state,
Whether struggling with an oppressive job,
Or disappointing dates,

Maybe you don't live in the place you want,
Your looks are not ideal,
Battling with self-identification,
While nobody seems to care how you feel,

You have been abused since you were a child,
First parents, now partner,
Don't know if you're going to eat today,
Or die by police fire,

Perhaps there's war,
Forcing you to borders,
No matter the hard times inflicting you,
Just smile away your temporal concerns :)