Writing all of the words unsaid
Are they better left Unread?
Aching to rediscover the flow
Confusion of not knowing where it should all go
Reaching out to bring in the pieces
Until lack of power fully ceases
Filling pages with the blood of vanishing imaginations
To feed those left starving from growing demoralizations
’til the world is poisoned dry
Unless those aware continue to try
In hopes of freeing our World’s youth
Roaring waves crashing soundly.
Here they come.
The foreign men with sticks that shoot lightning
through the bodies of my People as they run.
They have not come my way, but are sure to find me soon.
My limbs will not move
as if the splattered blood of my slaughtered family
had paralyzed me on contact.
Here they come.
The trained wolves
out to have a taste of my hide.
Their humans shouting,
enjoying the thrill of the hunt,
but I shall be cunning and sly,
to escape ’til the next one.
Here they come.
A line of beautiful dancers.
Such a mixture of color that captures my eyes,
as their bodies move with joyful beats of the ceremonial drums.
Now, no one comes.
I’m alone in myself.
Pausing my travels for the time being.
Still the same in many ways,
but with new memories, experiences, thoughts, beliefs, feelings.
I just can’t wait for more,
as one by one, the pieces of my life puzzle
appear in front of me with an unknown amount left to go.
Here’s another one…
There’s a chance you could’ve wrote yesterday,
and a chance you could be writing today.
There’s a chance you could never write.
there’s a chance you could write another day.
State of Mind
Stand in a wind that does not freeze you.
Cover your eyes just for a bit.
What do you think?
If your mind happens to draw a blank,
what do you feel?
If your senses are dull for any such reason,
try another place.
Our Homes are where we make them.
There must be no end to the Pull
Not that I ever wish for an end.
In this state
I can hear all
A good story
Disappearing into only eyes
Happily caught in someone else’s time
Secretly dreading the return of your own reality
I’m trying not to lose sight of what should hold more sway,
and to forget those cloudy words that just won’t go away.
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to fall?
The end is scary, yes,
but for a moment, you can feel the wind.
For a moment, you can fell what it’s like to fly.
Too bad it has to End.
The Wind is pushing me
to Stay Home.
We must ponder the differences of the World
face by face
and thought by thought.
Bundle the ideas
to toss down the rabbit hole
and see what comes up.
Explore the crawl of creatures
and flight of the sky drawn
to compare the oddity of our own walk.
The use of touch to feel the World
is always to be sought.
Cover the floor in crimson.
Smear it all to rub in the pain.
Mark the walls with what you see.
Can’t stop it all from being
Must all who tread be left for dead?
Come join the dance most victors dread.
How will it work?
What is to be?
May I help to push it along?
Can they ever bring it?
So Lost am I
with only my memories.
Mother and Father,
Will it Be?
Counting the Leaves
And feeling the Breeze
Who knows best?
To do what I please.
What a complicated concept.
Come to play
Play I do
With you too
Falling through the ground
All the way down
With no one to talk to
But, you’re here,
Threads don’t lie
Torn to bits
An easy fix
For those that cry
Will never die
Green green grow
Fight the Tow
So you will know
It all won’t show
And you can Go
To be there
Onto someone new
They’re falling down to you
Nothing else to do
Never going to