Poetry about Change!

 
Begin with the end in mind
That’s what I read before and Lord knows I tried
But it’s tough to leave old things behind
You can change a habit for a minute then you find yourself doing a backslide

It’s a lesson I’ve learned
Year after year and time after time
I’ve been dumb and then done got burned
Till the wounds left more scars than I care to try to explain in bars or rhymes

Change can be a little scary
When trying new things or going into the unknown
Because doing the old ways will only get hairy
With each boo-boo you’re in deeper doo-doo not showing signs we’ve grown

Move out of the comfort zone
Many do not like it and will fight it at first
But the brain can reign over flesh and bone
Start with small steps and then the momentum will give you the energy burst

Give yourself an intrinsic reward
For the little milestones that you achieve
Embrace progress as you get closer toward
The goals you envision (and write down) for everything you want to believe

Change is hard but very necessary
It’s the process of leaving old things behind
And though growth and development can vary
Change can be a little easier if you visualize then begin with the end in mind

Surround the land with city sound  
scrape up all the dead,  
what need have these for tended mound  
their feelings have all fled.  
 
Tear up the trees and greenery  
spread concrete instead,  
what need have we for sight of these  
erect blocks not homestead.  
Around the sound of city roar  
glares the stunning light,  
as upwards concrete units soar  
stabbing away the night.  
A triumph over little men  
with mean and earthy minds  
men who think the battery hen  
is cruel and unkind.  
 
Surround the land with city sound  
bounce it off concrete,  
let it reverberate and bound  
till death seems a treat.

Every man has a heart
suffused with feelings and love
ready to pour it out
But does not show due to structured masculinity.

Humanly feelings packs his heart with guilty,
this practice makes him deprived from human touch
turns him evil,
society taming them into
their puppets promising for a good future.

None of his fault,
falling into conventional societal deeds,
reality hits him with highest level of sombreness and despise.
One shouldn't negate their existence of young men fighting for their lives,
Instead solace them with hope and gleaming eyes.

Change does not scare me.
It can be harnessed in ways
you never thought of:

I swallowed a dime
and pooped out "change"-- ten pennies.
How's that for talent ?

Being a smart ass
comes in handy, many times,
in life's grand changes.

someone else  
lived in his skin  
back when time was cheap as money  
and there was only love  
and war  
and all the blood ran hot  
and all the days spun out  
across the years  
as though endless  
until there was only a pittance  
left for the old man  
draped across his bones  

listen...  
 
the body remembers  
every insolent slap  
to heart and liver and lung,  
every careless abuse  
of eye and knee  
and not an inch of  
tired flesh  
gives a damn  
what you say,  
rise in the the morning  
and you will know  
that nothing is forgiven  
 
apologies are not accepted  
 
and karma, friends,  
is one cold bitch