Monday, April 21, 2014

Mind Battle

A coterie becomes a mess
Torn to pieces
Torn to shreds
Because the weight of the world becomes a loss for words
And it is like being stuck inside a fire that cannot be tamed
And someone is looking to ride the smoke rings right out

Brothers and sisters turn cold in the smoke
Inhaling the coals
Releasing the bitterness
Blowing it to the side
It sears the eyes of the people who watch
And they wonder, “When are they coming home?”

Well, what is it?
What fixes the cracks of a broken life?
And what if it was not broken in the first place?
What if riding on the back of the smoke rings is not the elucidation?
Refusal is preferred
Let minds turn in another direction

It is a danger to obscure genuinity behind a mask
For the price of lies can be inordinate
An insecure mind is yet to be understood
It is still given power
It is still torturous
It can drive some worn soul into a fog

But the Lord did speak beauty
Beauty more valuable than many sparrows
The breaking is done by our own hands
Emptiness is that result
The void can be filled…

Look at Us

Look at me
Existing here
Silently watching people pass by

Look at you
Lying there 
Without a disquiet of any kind

Look at her
Running away
Hoping someone might stop her

Look at him
Sitting near
Chuckling at the world and its follies

Look at us
Living on
Heading onward amongst each other

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Like a Tower

There are towers inside of fortresses

Their windows are shattered
Shards are everywhere
Only a few are unscathed

Doorknobs lie in pieces on the sooty ground
Papers and pens
Thoughts and memories
Are all scattered before these eyes

Wandering in and out of towers
One grows jaded
One grows worn

Ascending to the top in rugged conditions
Dust and debris adhere to togs
It is impossible to evade these fallen obstacles

Once the top of a tower is reached
All of the fortress can be observed
All disaster
All misfortune
All that is broken

Yet in the midst of the turmoil and wreckage
There is a lake

There is a lake that lies serene and motionless
It is untouched by any hindrance
It is a precious gift of relief and peace
The water is the only sliver life in this fortress

It lies in perfection
Amongst the broken towers