Epiphany

We plead our ignorance of people

Until we open unselfishly to humanity,

Illuminate a life to lift a soul,

Apply our simplistic influential force of sincere acknowledgement,

Voice the oxygen that ignites the flame,

Of willing engagement,

Hear their words,

Contact the eyes,

Ask a name..

Rainy Days

Though we’re a great distance,
I sense and feel your pain,
So I send some hope up to the sky,
To wash down with the rain

Clouds act as a messenger,
The grey indicates the start,
Of little drops of cheer
That will help an aching heart

So next time there’s a storm,
And you get soaked to the skin,
Remember the hope I sent,
That will heal you from within.

Turned

Falling in love isn’t easy. When you’re dealing with other emotions it can be an unwanted complication. If only we could just embrace it, and enjoy the mystery that is love…

Turned

Love is an echo
a wind that seeks a home extinguishing candles of dejection
lit by praying souls,
Possessing my willing heart
with a harmonious breeze
I need not want for more emotion
as it brings me to my knees,
Shriek out to the world
as love flows through my veins
I’ve never see the sun before
I’ve only lived through rains

Attack the Attack

RUNNING

Run to the end of the world
stamp those feet to the earth
and knock back the noise
of the chaos in your ears

Distract the mind
from urgency
that showers confusion
on the walking peace

Run and don’t look back
it will just slow you down
from producing
the genocide in your mind
clearing the webs of persistence
leaving pure oxygen
and room to calm

If the focus diminishes
and the grasp of horns
clutches at your chest
causing the body to surrender
then the fear has won
don’t let it, breathe in the pain
and run

Bring me back to life

Bring me back to life

I wish I could control the horror
produced to provoke,
Trespassing behind the eyes
for the perfect time
to set chaos to the mind,
It could be beautiful,
but it chooses storm over paradise,
pale skin over veins of ice,
supporting an upside down version of freedom,
Life threaded through a knot,
a bind that can only be loosened
by floating hands,
Who wisely massage and weave,
releasing a view of the present,
of untainted truth,
the soul can finally…believe

Naked…

When did it become essential
above all else,
to reach our potential,
Is it this failure
that draws us into depression,
Our own harsh judgement,
with no soft sides
or compassion,

We look in the mirror
scowling and staring
at our own image
forever comparing
to our sisters and brothers,
We are a force to ourselves
with a soft heart
to others

We feel pain not beauty
it’s what holds us back,
Self made chains
tied to perfection
restraining the truth,
Well no more!
I will light the fire
that burns insecurities
transferred from youth,

Hold the flame high
shout naked for all to see,
then laugh and cry
knowing this is it…
I can be free…