Life Lives On Lives

Life lives on lives.
We exist to see the world through another’s eyes.

One man does not an island make.
It is with each other we must affiliate.

We co-exist in this world of ours,
Although goodness and hope seems to be devoured…

And until this world goes empty and dries—
You must never forget that life lives on lives.

“I’ll be there.”

The only saving devices.
In the event of a raving crisis,
Only unity can conquer the violence.

The money we hold is only stone-cold.
Bastardized, pocketed, then given away and sold.
Life is more precious than any amount of gold.

As the anger grew, so did troubles brew…
So many human lives it took—
Written from the sun into a lonely book,
The spoils and the casualties of war,
How many did it take to settle a score?
Shallow men guided by the heat of their own tempers,
Wholly consumed and swallowed,
They wallow in the burning passion of their own embers.

For all the innocent blood smudged between the fog and the smoke,
The fed-up peoples stood up and spoke. They piloted a new generation.
Using this occasion, these same men and women rose to fill a rift in the nation.

For every solid shoulder to carry the feeble,
This became the chance to combat a cycle of evil.
Cutting the loop, they took the forgotten names from the lonely book.
Every forgotten voice,
Each misplaced letter was now made to shine. Vivid and vibrant.
America—a mosaic that was once a pool of islands.
We co-exist in this world of ours,
We make precious our very hours.

Never alone, we walk through the land of the misplaced and forgotten.
We place a shoulder of support for the dejected and downtrodden.

Don’t let the fiery haze guide us to our final slumber.
Life is golden; and age is merely a number.

And though goodness would appear to be devoured,
The voice of reason is forever empowered.

And until this world goes empty and dries,
We must never forget,
Life lives on lives.

This poem is inspired by the wisdom of the great Joseph Campbell who, through his writings, taught me that “life lives on life.” Innately, we are all fumbling for meaning, but perhaps it was never there. We must strive and will, chasing our rightful passion, bringing meaning into our lives and thus enriching the world around us.

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