"Reversed Lives" - From Death To Birth

The wind sweeps low through a cemetery carrying shrivelled leaves
and hurls them back up their fall attaching them green to healthy trees.
The bright sky dims, the pale blue darkens as the light fails to stay,
and the air goes cool as the warmth shoots back up the sun’s rays.
Soil shifts and sprays as decomposing claws punch through the ground
searching for the freedom out of their prison beneath the dirt’s mound.
Exploding through the grass, a face of grotesque proportion emerges,
a breathless soul gasping for life, and even now its flesh reverses.
Rotten pieces regain fresh colour, the mutation transforms into beauty,
and it stands in a fresh new suit, an aged man back to his daily duty.

The aged man sits in his bed, the aching pain of arthritis fresh in his back,
but as he pulls himself up, stretches his arms, the pain begins to slack.
He slides a hand across his head, fingers through a growing forest of hair,
the wrinkles start to fade and the man’s features become honestly fair.
Before the bathroom mirror, the man cleans his teeth with toothpaste
he reaches to put them in his mouth, to find out they’ve been replaced.
The slouch of crippling age fades away, the man’s frame cracks upright,
and the weakened muscles increase in stature gaining strength and might.
Black streaks jet through a grey woodland, the forgotten youth returns,
and his clear skin shines through as the meeting of age to youth adjourns.

The city lights illuminate the sky, a middle-aged man stops as his cell calls,
standing within the shadows cast down by the towering building walls.
Alone in an alley, he becomes the target of the teenage obsession to steal
taken from behind by three hoodlums, he is scared but power he starts to feel.
Muscles tightening in his body, the tide turns and the thieves are overpowered,
overwhelmed by the fierceness of their prey they flee, a young trio of cowards.
His status reverses slowly, the birth of further youth he continues to instigate,
the final grey vanishes from his head, his aging beard begins to dissipate.
The strength of a teenage athlete arrives, he beams with a sense of pride,
as he strolls out into the nightlife, a picture of confidence enjoying the ride.

A driving force of endurance, the athlete inside thrives as the runner jogs,
down the street in the morning, but already he can feel the turning cogs.
Slowly his breath becomes heavy, his body aches and becomes weary,
the 6am morning breeze hits his face, his eyes are already feeling dreary.
The peak of energy grinds down as the bodies impressive form drops in size,
until a slim shell of its former self is stood looking through 10 year old eyes.
A burning desire for adventure, the young soul carries on its reversing phase,
rolling around in the dirt in a playful mood, he takes on his child-like ways.
But the playful antics of the young boy lessen and soon begin to cease,
as the form of a 7 year old boy heads home as his age again starts to decrease.

Roaming the open living room range, chubby legs run and bounce about,
along to the sound of music accompanied by a toddler’s deafening shout.
Quickly the legs give way, the toddler takes on a babies crawling stance,
and cries replace the shouts, as the babies urine shows through his pants.
He rolls around still dropping in size, frequently twitching in a cold shiver,
wrinkles appear in places as the plump form gradually begins to wither.
Concealed by oversized clothes, the babies eyes close, the body shrinks,
morphing into a foetal shape, its breathing ceases as its life starts to sink.
The dying scent of life erodes as the foetus fades to its ending reception
A reversed life lived to its fullest, it now meets its end at a reverse conception.

Reversed Lives

Comen up in the world dazed n confused is how I lived
Kicked outa my home dramatically tramatized as a kid
Resolved my problems, by sellin drugs coke all the time
Caught by the cops, sentenced to months, i dide nine
First day as an inmate my dignity was taken for sure
Barely slept a minute 4 oclock awakening time for chores
Livin in pain as I now realize this isnt the way of life for me
Got my ass kicked daily which upped my self-maturity
4 month's gone by raped w/out my consent, living hell
Personality has thickened as I think of ways to not dwell
Time to stand up show them who's boss withstanding the rape
Beat they ass wit my shank, stabbing them till my hand aches
Mistakes came my way as Im sentenced to 2 more months here
My reputation is up now in the enemy's eye alls I see is there fear
Walkin tall down the hallway as the months quickly shed fast
Last night in the cell, time to make something out my poor ass
Seeing day light how so great, wind brustling opon my skin
Breathing fresh air for the first time as I feel free from within
Found my life path mature, and ready to take charge in life
Nap sack of clothes on my back, walkin through the door to my wife
For the first time in a year I set my eyes on beuty in the flesh
Now realized how I fucked up, as all the dots start to connect
God chose me to show the great gift of life, and its virtue
Sadly looking in her eyes softly saying, "i didnt mean to hurt you"
Thinking apon the moon-setting about my detered-life
Set to make an impact, its now time to reverse my life