Facing Demons

Tell me, with words so soft I can still hear the whisper that I'm listening for.

When I close my eyes to indulge in the peace I take, I faint. I die out.

No longer will I rush to penetrate my ever so wandering heart from collapsing.

Never again will I retrieve my thoughts, that have been lost while searching for you.

I will forever capture the moments I have enlightened myself with.

Life To Spare

It has taken me too long to realize the fair weather and the games being played in my backyard are all just for show. There is no dying breed, because the breed is not alive.

Take me with you, to the place you always to go to get what you want out of life. Show me the signs and the signals that I need to follow in order to get there.

I've been holding this map for 18 miles and so far the road that I'm on has only taken me to places I'm not sure I was supposed to go, some of which, though, I wanted to be at.

The summer time will bring new hope. I will encourage the word live to be highlighted in the way I live my life. I'm hoping that word, live, will be my main focus this time.

Do you know the gritty feeling you have on your teeth when you first wake up in the morning, and after you brush, that feeling slopes down into your stomach and makes you realize you are very hungry? And so you go into the kitchen and grab a bowl out of the cabinet and you reach into the pantry and grab your favorite box of cereal. Then you open the door to your refrigerator, grab the milk, and begin to pour it into the bowl of cereal you have placed before yourself. After you finish eating, the same gritty feeling that you felt earlier is back on your teeth.

I wonder why the lights in the city are never turned off. Don't people want to see the darkness of the earth? Are they afraid it will reveal their own darkness?

Even though I can smell the rain coming, and I know It's going to be very hard, I will walk with confidence and I will walk the the strength of 10,000 men.

Bury the hatchet, for the blade is dull and the handle is cracked. Throw away your rake, for the metal has rusted. I will chop what you need chopped and I will plant what you need grown.

Chokehold

Losing my freedom and self control balances the fair game act to the point where I am but a brainy human, wandering in the bleakness of life and challenged by the coldness of the air, strangling myself in order to gain a certain respect that is so obviously needed in order to maintain life on this planet, as told by the ones in charge.

I will begin to see the world with a new set of eyes, pairing me with a puzzle that will once and for all be put together on a table that can not be rocked or taken away. My eyes will brighten a future and will continuously loosen the grip of my own hands around my neck.

Reality will once again lie to us and manipulate our well being to the point where we will become blinded and only see what comes out of the eyes we've been given; so subtly by the ones who only want us to see the images they create.

Transformation begins within a single soul, rising from the ashes and creating a halt that will eliminate all struggle, for wishing life away is emancipated and living life is granted.