trash attracts flies.

In alleys of the mind where shadows creep,
Lie broken thoughts we do not sweep.
The bitterness we leave unchecked,
Draws company we won't expect.

A word of hate, a careless sigh
Soon gathers whispers, low and sly.
Neglect the soul, let rot begin,
And soon the chaos settles in.

Trash attracts the winged decay,
The lies we tell, the games we play.
When standards fall, when pride is sold,
The flies arrive, brazen and bold.

Around the filth, they dance and hum,
Each consequence a beating drum.
They swarm the habits left to spoil,
The love unearned, the tainted toil.

You welcome flies with doors ajar,
By chasing things that dim your star.
You speak in venom, reap the same
And wonder why the world feels lame.

But sweep the floor, let sunlight in,
Replace the rot with truth within.
For cleaner hearts repel the swarm,
And brighter souls outlive the storm.

So guard your peace, raise up your voice,
Make discipline a daily choice.
The life you build, the friends you keep
Reflect the mess you chose to sweep.

~chat. 

just being alive.

The meaning of life?
It's just being alive
not chasing stars in crystal balls,
not drawing fate from shuffled decks.

No whispered truth from distant planes,
no prophecy to shape your name.
Just breath and skin and open eyes,
the quiet art of being wise.

Not wise with maps or guiding hands,
but wise enough to make no plans.
To feel the sun, to touch the rain,
to sit with joy, to sit with pain.

No need for omens, signs, or lore
the moment’s knocking at your door.
You live it not by knowing how,
but showing up, and starting now.

Go figure life.
Go take the fall.
Go walk the edge,
go climb the wall.
Go laugh, go fail, go dream, go cry
the point’s not where.
It’s that you try.