Our Life Here On Earth Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is all about mumbling
about nothing at all... some

however,
make a lot of noise
and chatter
hoping that they can
be heard
and be adjudged as
something or someone
or somebody, but..... the ashes

tell, the wind blows, and leaves
that scar of
nothing on
the floor....you rebel upon this, , ,

thought, claiming...
we were born in paradise
descended upon
our parents from that apple tree
of an ancient life,
progeny of the
classical times, ...

everyday, everyday is everyday
echoing
suffering, temporary bliss,
worked out joys, worn out lamentations,
grief, tears of magnitude,
humanity undressed
thin emaciated bodies
hungry and painful minds
....tell me what is there
to say that life is worth living? ...ah,

if only i was not brainwashed
with all those
beliefs that stick to my mind
like goddamn
hell, .. i should not have hoped
about rewards
on those rooms
reserved for those who survive
the hurts.

i wait, i am patient, i am kind,
i must be anxious, hoping that
it is not nothing but something
somewhere, someone,
somebody, ...that i live in this
real world
with a touchable future....i am

my hands, my body,
i am
spirit, i am mumbling, ...i am
not
nothing at all.

the world has a thousand eyes,
a million hands,
when it speaks it does not waste
any word.