thoughts

when there is that part of me
falling, abyss created no air
wrangled amongst trees, angel wings
torn, cast the shadow into my engorged soul,
that moment and that despair rests upon my shoulders
bare the back of the world
limply in my hands and these forefingers grasp
one last breath before I fall into my domain,
drowsy sleep that I give way.

If

If I could, I’d whisper into your ear
All the things you want to hear-
And if I fall short of words, I hope
You can read them with my smile.

If I may, I’d lie awake
Just to hear you mumble-
And if you run out of things to say
I’d be okay with just your grumble.

If you must ask why, then don’t,
You already know the answers-
So rather, feel my vibe and recollect
The number of days you’ve brightened.

The Trick

Close your eyes,
Imagine, you are in a dark room.
There are no windows, nothing, just you.
You try to see yet all you feel are walls,
You try to listen but the silence,
Becomes so loud it threatens to deafen you.
Panic, rage at your inability
Go ahead, scream and shout,
Pound the walls, it dares you to.
Seemingly out of breath and out of air
You realize that you've been tricked
It isn't a room at all but just your mind.
I can't escape, can you?

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What if darkness was a fraction of the mind
And hope resides and conquers what we know as light
would that suggest that believing is seeing
-the uncertainties of time?
Crime was committed to the yellow poppy seed,
deemed to grow into the rose it will never be
as another epic became unfold
and heroes lost their grace as voice became old.

If and then it was all true
that night fell with disgrace from afar,
then stars would be its resilient hope
that shines to be our admires
to captivate our hearts.
For when all is done and all is told
to the bruised child that stands to hold
his innocence burned with brutality from his father,
that catches his eyes and embellishes his soul
does deceit and hate and bias grow.

And the broken saint without fears had faltered to redeem
his people, Lost and forgotten in the rings-
then it is done that no one shall ever see
corrupt in its lovely sheen
worn as beauty as it pleases.
It's another chapter ripped from its pages
and lost forever in forgotten places.

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No one ever said they'd pledge their soul to hiding,
or become dehumanized through such survival
Another plea for help sacrificing any dignity
As tattered knees, bleeding bends to worship
Another Potential savior who will bring peace to their dead
Or another passer-byer who will mourn and be moved by their debts.
They're barely thriving off the root of the world
Minimally standing, eating for running,
Surviving for hopes that are lost in the wakings of dreams.
If you listen closely you could hear the stealth of the feet,
And breath the same green,
And taste the same stench of blood on your teeth.

For Me Alone

These walls that come to confine me,
Trembles as I fall
Deeper into this abyss I've created
From mind and soul and all.
Its caged me up like wilds,
Crouching behind bars
Hiding from the shallow world
That I once yearned to be apart.

And falling is so easy
When you've closed your eyes to holding on
And deception is but another word
Straying far from moralities yard.
So I sit here in these confinements
Searching the mind of its bereft response
Tangled in emotions
That you will never come close to unraveling its yarn
For the child in you has died
And the wise not yet born
And if one day the answer does come clear to me,
It will be for me and me alone.

2006