The jump
Would the moon catch me?
Could I latch onto the edge as a last chance before I fall among the stars?
For into the sea
I’ll find myself free
even if I’m…not ready
Only in the sea
the depths of the sea
will I see myself clearly
In darkness without hope
there’s nothing left of the rope
I’ll fly away
only to stay
and remain
deep in sea
deep in mind
nowhere to hide
within myself
I’ll confide
Asking for keys to the locks that keep me blocked
Free I will be in the depths of the sea
Forging anew
a person I knew…but didn’t see
only heard
never a word
listened and taken
for granted, forsaken
here I am new
here I grew
to be part of me
part of the sea
always in the depths
when I am free
to find myself…be
And could you imagine a stroke of compassion?
As fine as it seems
but to truly mean
the ultimate need
to solve the impending
and never ending
tragedy story that has become boring
For only compassion can garner the fashion
to take all the lessons, keep sane in our sessions
of life quite the strife
we seem to combine
with pleasure never measured
it seems we’ve forgotten
the balance is due and we’re here to do
and to make and never to take
for all we are giving, we are forgiving
all the compassion that kept us in line
ready for time
to see…what was truly in front of the eyes
Suffice it to say
here’s come the day
to listen to sorrow
forgetting tomorrow
stay in your home
chewing the bones
of memories laid
in stone all alone
stuck in the hive
buried behind
in the mind
we decide
to stick to the narrative
scared of the merit of
crisis and icing
the burn that it brings
for stings will ring
of champion winners
that gave up the pleasure
of knowing the road
to higher we hold
in help but to pasture
taking the lane
we’ve waited to stay
awake in the eyes
dead on the side
we choose to reside
for it’s only a choice we seem to embody
the problem in others, we can’t seem to hobby
I’ve found it a reason for which we cause treason
to heart and to home, never alone
just picking a side to reside and to hide
watching the world as it bodies
the underbelly of others who seem…
to fall for calls that stall…the whole thrill of it all
I’m waiting but jading the chance of persuading
I’m hurting but hating the others who wade and can’t seem to fade
strong in the tide, they bury the lily that didn’t grow high
all feeling aside
they follow the road
leading to home
never alone
just picking a side
choosing to hide
in the hopes of the helm that stay in the realm
of others who fodder
in senseless commotion
without the notion
to cause
another dilemma, systemic drama endeavor
we choose to hide
home is alone
and hiding aside
we are the ride
We are the road
We in ourselves are the only way home
The labels we cradle
knocking but stopping
the truth from revealing
all we’ve been sealing
the saving
the craving
all in depraving
the young from the old
the mysteries told
the season of treason
the hearts do not reason
for smiles stay hidden
in drama
the trauma
it brings with a comma
for nothing is stopping
the addition of clauses
the hope in our causes
have never been treasure
for we cannot measure
the pressure
the pasture
the thoughts we’ve kept guarded
distorted
and horribly morbid
For we’ll only see
the mistakes that we make
boldly awake
from the sleep
that keeps
us weeping and creeping
hiding, disguising
in lies of before us
let us deplore us
for we are still fighting
never dividing
the notion that treasure
although in the mess of
the world in its senses
is fighting to get this
right in the word
right in the mind
and right in the worries that keep us behind
we are not waiting
we are forgetting
the hitting
the missing
the quest to be
within a sword
of the torn
people that sworn
to keep us free
from letting us be
the prison ourselves
guarding our thoughts
from taking us home
so we stay alone
picking a side
creating divide
it’s all the we know
it’s all that has proven
to get us the truth
in the moment that’s frozen
we look ahead
for pictures of flowers
waiting in pasture
as we walk the rounds
ride merry go rounds
until we all
fall
down