unconditional…
sounds more like a platitude
unconditional love, acceptance
if I tried it
given my surroundings
and the state of this world
it would be such a painful life
hmm…
good thing I’m an inherent masochist!
Trauma
Air Flow
just breathe
mindfully
too much wind
will make a tornado of earth
a hurricane of water
and drive a fire wild
In Between a Rock and a Safe Place
I have to be the rock
the rock that doesn’t sink
though I’m sinking…
I have to be the rock in which
all things are built and founded upon
but I’m sinking…still
the rock that isn’t hurled
nor kicked, but ominous
and immovable
never too high
never too low
never too big
never too small
positioned with equal purpose
and proportion
I have to be the rock that
determines surface,
from sea level
I have to be the rock
ever-stable,
amongst uneven ground
misunderstood, if stepped on
existing to be built than lived on
trying so long to stay afloat
never noticing
I’d sink perfectly into position
and all I was doing
was landing
becoming the island above
surrounded by water
for all castaways
to get away
safe
And it Goes On
here we go again
anger and fear
the most potent concoction here
it’s too common here
too often peace gets commandeered
hostility volunteers
unity seldom accomplished here
it’s too toxic here
unsure, uncertain, I’m too cautious here
arrested development without cops in here
breathing isn’t free, it gets caught in here
misery is the domineer
and right now, it’s that time of year
Good Damage
there’s value in brokenness
you just have to want to
see it
in yourself
then you’ll identify
with someone else
needing to be helped
I think my shell
has been my longest-lived
prison cell
my vocal heart quelled
by a development jailed
erosive emotions guarded and hailed
in the wake of hope, one could only rebel
there’s honor in honesty
I say this humbly, I’m depraved
with nothing, it’s hard to be brave
when I only see graves
I brace too much to embrace
but how can one behave?
when that way means, be slaved
but there’s value in us
cutting calendars up
living and feeling is challenge enough
detaching from time until released
what an irony, huh?
every over-pressured coal creates a diamond
if help is mining, you’ll see us shinning, just look!
Trapped
think they understand you
not realizing your actions
results from how they demand you
stereotypes feel like mating parents
they planned you
what control did you ever have
yet still bear the responsibility
what choice did you ever have
yet still carry the consequence
those who arrive to help
do the most judging
those who prefer you where you are
deny being judgemental
what room did you ever have
when every step is ridiculed
what thoughts are truly yours
when their system thinks for you
how is change possible
if those who speak loudest
lack the ability to change their methods
or themselves…
I hear hollow voices
repeating insanity
I see empty bodies
but filled beds
I know guilty minds
think self-righteously
I touch solid walls
and can’t escape