A Barrel of Monkeys

imagination and reflection

 

My life is a barrel filled with miry water.

Sometime, I cannot find my way around my thoughts.

There are no return trips to the past, only in imaginings.

My God, I’m never wrong, never! Do you hear never?

Words should always be plain to understand, but it depends who’s doing the talking and who is doing the listening.  

There are times when a real friend is chosen above a brother or sister.

If we only knew what’s on the other side, then we could choose, couldn’t we. 

I believe that it’s better to die then to wake, then to wake and die again.

We are all judges; we judge all things, if we didn’t judge, what a mess life would be, and our life is a mess for we don’t judge rightly.

Reviews

[Moonjean]

Thank you Ravel Lopez, I appreciate your input

[Ravel Lopez]

Generally I liked it, but I feel it lacks a focus. Maybe more context is needed, but there is nothing holding this piece together, at least for me. I would like it more if there was some piece of connective tissue that ran through this. It's directionless and overall, says nothing, which comes off as weak.