Snakes & Ladders Poem by Chris Leermakers

Sometimes we see them
but still manage to trip
trip over,
some of the left over
things that belong In a grave
or in a garbage tip full
with nothing that can be saved

sometimes we hear them
yet still don't listen
to that special part
of the brain
watch out, they're everywhere
mixed well and within
all our realms
in your own domain
even In the pouring rain

I just feed them left overs
from my own
knowledge & wisdom within
sometimes even scraps, depending on levels
of stupidity,
ignorance and skin
yes feed them
from their own fucking garbage bin

Aim high, never low
watch out for their lies,
the diseased circus show
sometimes even tip rats try
try hide even In the snow
sometimes snakes
enter and hide
in your favourite movies or tv show

Real ladders, never break
never shatter
true ladders give
give a stable
a different height
the real edge of flight
let yourself listen
to the true music
real rhythm
all the different strings
to the right sound

Then increase your light

As long It's real truths
you seek
no ladders will ever
throw you
no snakes will ever drop you
never will they matter
just choose the good food
from real platters

Now their venom is
poisoning themselves
toxic lies,
lost forever
never again to surround
forever to despise
now you're not blind
you mind is truly alive
yes, you've found,
your real ground

Whether in front or behind
they will always
just fall and shatter
don't even have to
think about the latter
never to surface again
no tears to be shed
cause now you're eyes
are actually open
my true friends
really using your head
just like I always said
it wouldn't take much
to aim high, stay high &
always
keep ahead.............................