Run of the Life

What a great life, being powerful and known,

To stand forever out of the public.

The only jail securing favours is broken,

I paid my price, and get my fame.

I shall not take a silent blue pill,

Even a sprinkle of colour can let beauty the tone.

Photos black and white, they might be,

But each gaze back with a different tale.

Waking up to the changing news,

Text in a different font, sized with an odd taste.

Mocking my rivals vicious in manner,

Doing things that might annoy, yet I enjoy.

Feeling the same today, but also feeling different.

Another friend is praised, with another reason.

A lesson is taught, hidden but important,

When my strange sprinkle let beauty the tone.

It’s All in the Heavens

It’s all in the heavens, they always claim.

The power you desire, the might you request,

Are all in the heavens, they claim to me.

It’s all from the heavens, they always suggest.

The morals you follow, the gifts you receive.

Are all from the heavens, they suggest to me.

It’s all in the heavens?

I here must ask.

It’s all from the heavens?

I here must question.

For if it’s true there’s no reason to thrive,

Except for reaching the heavens.

Seeing the boatloads of treasures,

I here must disagree.

It’s not all in the heavens, I shall say.

The relations we build, the knowledge we seek,

The efforts we achieve, the legacy we leave,

Are from our earthly lives, I say to all.