Apocalyptic Mind

 

 

Courage, Kindness, Forgiveness
These precious gifts to humanity

Faith, Love, Sacrifice
Have we given these up for vanity?

Humility, Respect, Justice
Has greed contaminated our sanity?

Our eyes see none but ourselves
as giving is really a question of receiving

Bounties and blessings fermented into a toxic wine
searing our hearts into the ash of swine
tongues longer than the serpent’s life
devouring all in it’s dark midnight slither
lest the prey wither away

Now as innocence is the fading wisp of sweet incense
Its a fortune to guard and protect against the
suffocating bellows of tornadoes ablaze
on the land of the free

or so you thought

locked under industrial slave-ships of captain Greed-
these plains which we birth our future unto-
waned,
depleted of their right to reign
with forestry and mothering shelter, freedom,
abundance-
no its been traded
no it’s been stolen for relish
too hyper, too eager to wait to
dance on the throne of one only parish

Elevate

to think so far
so slow
until I forget all about it
become myself all again
so I can’t turn back
in any other direction
except

move up
a step at a time
using one breath at a time
before

I’m all outa time

move up
away
from drowning low
most  gracefully

until I reach the part
that I fell away from
and strike on further
not just move but elevate

to alleviate the downward loss I’ve countered.
flare up with the jarring passion of an illiterate to imagine
beyond what words can say

regenerate those dried up tears
into sweet musk fueling the cool glow
of cool blue flames of the living soul dwelling within you

Elevate

aim for  the echoed sounds of your heart calling down to you

There is nothing that the eyes see

but the heart sees more

Our beloved Sun and Moon

Not always is the sun shining bright

in its perfect light

nor is the moon always present

to shimmer through your dark moments

But you have to work your way past that and create your own light

become a star who has its own sight

find its path to share its rays

until you become the new sun of your days

a learned sun who knows not to sink low

and desperately set on shallow waves

 

or  become a learned moon

who orbits in a balanced pace

remains bold amongst the thicket of dark clouds

and like the sun, caressing all within its space

 

 

 

Hypocrisy in all honesty

Tired of all the hypocrisy
Im happier to be alone
Because when I see the world in front of me
It all seems like doom and gloom
Where are all the good people
That know how to be true
True in their words
And genuine in their smiles
True on others’ worth
And humble in their trials

The world seems to be racing
Despite the universe  simply tracing
Back on their orbits
We spend our time stalking and pacing
Welling up our jealousy
As we silently, cruelly, fight each other to bits
Life has turned into a competition
A time that Darwin could only cry about
But there’s no proof needed anymore
When half of life is drowning in its own blood and dying in misery

aside from all the horror

I do believe there is an opening

a chance to find a haven

instead of being swept by my biased reckoning

because as long as the birds keep chirping

and the clouds keep raining

I do think

I can find the end to

my own meaning

 

Your hidden savior

Trapped deep in the dungeons of your mind
You look up at the gaping window of sustenance
In hope that something– somebody will know you are there, alone, and voiceless.
Expecting someone to hold their hand down
Despite you knowing this is no fairy tale
There isn’t a magical prince to save the damsel in regress of her own distress.

Deep amidst your thoughts of anxiety
Suddenly a suffocating steam erupts,  rising above your ankles
Fear strikes your heart
The prickling heat is climbing up your body
Fear
The pulse hits your heart again

This utter fear, it’s as if a shard of glass has been removed from your eyes
your blurred vision clears for a split second of another sharp pulse
you see a rusty chair sitting near
The touch of turmoil having reached your chest
You scramble to the chair in desperation

through the steam of despair
Escaping death
As you climb out the window
Realizing the sustenance was in you from the beginning.

Tethering Scars

lend your broken hand for it’ll become whole faster

since there is no better healing

then to give your heart to those

who’ve been rigged from feeling

 

Become the open arms

that everyone refused to you

so you’ll know that you’re worth the while

than what the past

lies to be true

 

Charge at your trial with dominance

and you’ll love and cherish the moments that pass by

For without them, you won’t hear yourself cry

in gratitude