Blind Attire


As we dress ourselves sadness,

Weeping is a ploy to keep away from hope.

Why live when we can die?

Why fight when we can cry?

Are dreams mean nothing, because we forgot to close our eyes.

Nothing but antidepressants keeping us standing.

Broken down are we,

Just another basket case.

What do we believe  about ourselves?

 

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Un-Equally Equal


I am not you, and you are not me

That is something that will never be

Created to be different

Yet born from the same seeds

We are intertwined by many commonalities

But we will never be the same

Difference will always separate us

It only becomes negative by choice

A decision to corrupt it all

Distorting the truth

Making it into something untrue

Creating an un-needed rift

Evil makes different a crime

A shame one must change

Or protest to the extreme

Hate is more than a simple word

It is the activist of discrimination

Accept me not you

We need to be this to be whole

Change your ways but I will not

Why believe such lies

Why continue on in fallacy

We are all imperfectly Human

Haters and corrupt personalities

Selfish bastards to the end

Trying to get the world to accept us

Whether we realize it or not

Even if you do not accept it

This is reality

We all have experienced pain

Let us choose another way

As light expels the dark

Let the perfect love encompass us all

Surround with wholeness

Know truth is so much more

That there is only one truth

We are all broken

Don’t add to the shattered pieces

Do not be what you claim to hate

Be the change you wish to see

Connect in the place we all are born from

Stand up for integrity

Stand up so you will not fall

 

 

Going Mad


To be insane
A thin line between creative genius
Why do we dare not cross?
Is it not a freedom?
A mind unlocked
Or broken?
I feel so close to either side
It’s like my home
I have thanksgiving there
Every year
A place to unfold
And unwind
Shall I leap into to nothingness
Escape
From all the faux
From all the fads
Just unlucky they say
In my mind
Some days
It is nothing but dreary grey
A hue of black
All is chaos when color invades
What hope is there?
Recreated tragedies
What a lovely doll
Dressed up in silks and lace
Broken and
Shattered
Bruised and
Battered
Unwanted dreams haunting continuously
Pretty little liars
Decked out to the tens
Or are those nines
Brittle bones are rattling
Dance to this tune
Insanity
A lovely place to dream

Life of Misunderstanding


 I didn’t understand that I was broken

I didn’t know what it meant to be shattered

Why did this have to hurt so badly to learn

Even though I had no idea what was wrong

How could I even attempt to fix what was unknown

You never know what you were molded to be

My hope was to ensure no one would know loneliness

Yet I remained the loneliest of them all

Shut away in darkness and fear of life

Believing I was only ever meant to be used

How do you learn a way that is not painful

How do you come to know life beyond pain

Looking Through


What does the window see, gleaming out at the world? Being see through, invisible but some how do solid. A purpose of such depth. An object so unseen, yet given for a reason to give a space, this place wholeness. Brightly lit without a making any in its own way. The door must be a window before one can enter one must peer. Have you seen beyond this shallow pane to find it’s soul depth. For what you perceive beyond the glassy glint may reveal a life in disarray. Are the shutters nailed shut? The drapes tightly drawn? Do you even dare to find the treasures that lady there? Behind my cracking window sills…

A War Waged Unprepared


I stole myself away before there was nothing left to take.

My heart lay in shattered ruins, the once beautiful city so bright.

Brittle, broken shards of life lingered at my feet.

My soul hung from a tree, the rope drown tightly about the life force.

Is that gruesome thing by the city gates the heart which once rested within my breast?

How could I have let this carnage take place here?

Why was there nothing to defend the most delicate of places there?

I was not prepared to live in the dark and tangled world of bleak despair.

The bloody battle raged for years with nothing I could do.

Tools needed to prepare oneself for such a war I did not have.

But now I am here, in the midst of this ruined city, surrendered.

To my maker, the founder of my foundation.

A hope beyond this refuge pile that seemingly continues grow.

With the maker of beauty in progress I know the future is bright.

I know for sure that something full of light is on the way.

After all this blackness consume, to be refreshed is inspiring.

One day I will find myself shiny and new.

All that I will know shall be of he who has made me whole.

Was It Me


Did I Wait to long to heal?

Was it too much to just hold as I was? Broken and frail.

Was it all my fault for being hurt, for being shamed?

What could I do?

I had nothing to work with.

There was nothing in me. Nothing at all.

I was nothing. I am nothing.

This is the Battle I fight every moment of every day.

So why couldn’t you love me?

This is me.

A broken porcelain doll, shattered on the floor.

Our Love Remains, Binding


If I had loved another, any other but you, I would not have loved at all. No this love of you is what has kept me alive! Living in the space of time. Never alone, even when we are miles apart, we are next to each others hearts. Can I not hear your breathing, your voice in my head. My mind is overwhelmed by your essence in each moment you are around. Yes my Love, only you could it be, to be in my life, my heart, my soul entwined. Each year that passes, never does it wane, but stronger still. Like a tree taking root to remain, our has too, for life and divine shall hold us in this place. Nothing shall shake this love in, never will it move, firmly founded, strength in standing, together as one we shall always be.

Invisible Mountains and Valleys


There were days I couldn’t climb the ladder,

Or was I even on it at all?

It seems as if I climb so many mountains,

Never reaching the next,

Maybe I had conquered them all.

I seem to be repeating at times,

Falling into valleys, deeper then one should go.

No one can see me here,

Climbing all alone.

Not one person can really understand,

All this sorrow I have born.

The distances I have traversed,

Places I have seen,

In darkness and shadow.

It can be told of all the depths I was pulled out of,

The heights to which I had climbed.

This story of great,

The triumphs and falls,

Are written here on the scars,

The scars on my heart.

Days going by, I sit in darkness


Each morn I awake, trying to make it through each day

How do I keep going, to keep smiling and not just fade away

I am so weak, so frail, no real fight within me

What does it take to not turn back, forsake this bright noonday

Nothing inside can give all that must be given to live each day

I am an empty shell filled with all these broken pieces

In shallow waters I could drown, be as lifeless as I seem

Why keep going, looking around trying to survive and live a dream

I won’t just yet, give out, like a shattered knee

No I will turn to the light, nurse my bitter wounds

For the time being I will just exist here in this dark and dreary room

I can’t fight alone in this blackened world so full of demon envy

To shorten a life that isn’t mine to waste is selfish

What I wouldn’t give to be made new and live a life without fear

Now that will be a day to sing and dance with you my dear