Salsa. Samba. Dance.
Can’t stop moving my body
Feel my soul take flight.
Salsa. Samba. Dance.
Can’t stop moving my body
Feel my soul take flight.
This fire that burns inside.
This fluid that seeps from my veins.
This howling within my soul.
This nameless passion remains.
These thoughts, these words,
These emotions.
Scorching me from the inside out.
I pour them into the ink
Where they lie lifeless,
Smudged and soiled.
Cold
And motionless.
Emotionless.
Mocking me without a sound.
Ridiculing me
Without a
Doubt.
Clamouring and raging
To get out.
Every word
Battling ferociously
To get to the top
So as not to be
Forgotten.
Beware
Devils
Who call themselves
Angels
For Angels
Know not their
Name.
Sing me a lullaby.
A soft
Peaceful lullaby.
Please don’t ask why.
Show me the sun
Before I become
Completely undone.
My soul is spent,
Twisted and bent.
So,
Softly
Play your melody
On my heart.
I’m here falling apart.
I just need to hear a
Lullaby.
A soft,
Sweet lullaby.
To lull me into slumber.
To help me dream again.
In the twilight,
Just before dusk
I whispered
“I love you”
Into the stillness.
Hoping with the deepest,
Truest of hope
That this radiant
Energy of
Love and Light
I send you,
Will find the
Quietest,
Hidden
Center of your being
And there
It will lightly
Come to rest.
The stars,
They know you by name.
And the moon,
She dances to your song even as you sleep.
Most people choose only to see and hear
The shiny and pretty.
They do not wish to recognize the hidden and
Miserable
Torments of the human soul,
When the only way to to conquer the darkness within
Is to drag it out into awareness
And watch it wither into
Nothing
As it is exposed to the
Light of Love.
The tears.
I am my own comfort.
There is solace in the silence.
In the dark.
It is there that I lay
The ache bare.
Defenseless.
Solitaire.
My agony.
And when the bottomless torment
(Which has no name)
subsides,
I will wrap it up tight
And tuck it away.
Not to come out again until
It is too heavy and thorny
To carry in the quiet.
To love,
There is no known
Depth.
Not a single mind can perceive
A measurement of love.
Love is just that.
Love.
It cannot be weighed
Or laid out and measured
From end to end.
Yet the weight of its absence
Can bring a soul
To their
Knees.
Turn your heart to the sun.
Turn your tears into light.
We all live for the day.
We all stumble through the night.
You may believe you are alone,
But if you turn off the noise
And listen very close,
You will hear
Millions of other
Hearbeats
Searching for
Home.