Out there
Past the peace you have found,
Beyond the stillness in your soul.
Lie the answers
To the answers
You think
You have already
Discovered.
Monthly Archives: April 2014
Thorny Words
Hold your words quietly,
Peacefully
In your mouth
Before
Putting breath
Into them.
It is better to let
The thorny ones
Dissolve on your
Tongue,
In silence.
No matter how painful it may seem for you
To contain them.
Thorny words grow into uncontrollable Monsters once released
Wreaking havoc on hearts and souls.
Poking holes in hope.
Creating stones and
Destroying peace.
Weigh your words wisely.
Desolation of Your Soul
In the
Desolation of your soul,
Wandering this ghost town
I tried to find you.
I traced the drops of your tears in the
Red,
Dry dirt.
The wind began to blow
And the grit,
It
Began to hurt.
My heart began to race
In anticipation.
I lost sight of your trail
Yet
I kept searching
To no avail.
I was caught up in the blaze
Of the scorching sun.
I knew what had to be done.
On hands and knees
I could no longer see.
I began to crawl and feel my way
Instictively.
I closed my eyes and listened.
I heard your sighs falling
Above the roar of the
Storm.
I wonder if you can hear me
I wonder if you know
You are not alone.
Get Out Of Here
And then he looked at me.
With gentle, calloused hands he reached down
And peeled me up, off the floor.
I could see the
Determination in his
Eyes
Hear the resolve in his
Voice.
“When you are ready my dear,
The choice is clear.
Let’s make a run for the door
And get out of here.”
A New Sunrise
I will stand steady on the shore
As the storm rages in your soul.
I will stand steady with a light
Burning fierce
Burning bright
Until you crawl upon the sand
Spent and relenting
Exhausted from the fight.
And when that time comes
I will lie with you
In the
Aftermath.
Together
We will set our eyes
To the East.
And with open souls,
With open
Eyes,
Greet
The birth of
A
New
Sunrise.
Not I
I see your true existence behind your eyes.
I feel the wounds.
The ache
You try to hide.
And some,
As the walk by
Believe the lies
You guard in your smile.
Not I.
And yet,
Not I.
Submerge
Submerge your love
Lightly,
Deep within
My heart.
There I will tend
To it as my own garden
And dance with delight
Amongst the flowers as they
Flourish.
Unspoken
They are hanging in the air that
Surrounds us.
Swirling and twirling
Tangled and mangled.
Falling into each other.
Bouncing off the walls.
Crashing through
The windows
The floors
Clamoring in our brains
In our hearts
Where they internally combust.
We leave a trail of heartprints
In the ash of their remains.
In the dust.
In their broken madness.
Those
Words
Left
Unspoken.
Yet To Come
Everyone
Loves to gaze in awe
Upon
The loveliness
Of a fully blossomed flower.
But I,
I love to gaze
Upon
The tightly gathered bud
And dream
Of secret beauty
Yet
To come.
Yet Unsung
I am a song
Yet I am unsung.
Every day
Feels like life has just begun.
Some days I hang my head and cry.
Some days
I feel like I could fly.
I am a step
Yet to become a journey.
Feels like it all goes blurry when I
Blink.
Some days I wander ahead.
Some days I stand still,
Immobile in my own dimension
Instead.
I am a ship
Yet to find home.
Feels like I’m always wondering which way to
Go.
Some days I am tossed and lost
At sea.
Some days
I sail on water of glass
And lose sight of myself
I am moving so fast.