Growing up.

We run through temporary places in our lives,
Trying to make a legacy
People will remember our names.

What they remember
Is more frivolity
Than sophistication.

Nobody sees the bigger outlook
It only slowly unravels itself to us
As time goes by, and by, and by.

Our lives are like a carrousel,
Twirling round and round,
Again and again.

Transforming it’s repetitiveness
With a design of genuine disguise,
Just to make the quality of our days
Slither past us,

On to the next.
Sincerely believing
There will be no consequences.
Confidence has blinded us.

Eventually this tradition
Will reach the optimum culmination

Some will never fully appreciate,
The end of the entire scheme
Will astonish them.

Some will allow the vast plot
To enhance their lives
They will echo
Throughout the world.

It’s time to make that decision,
Who do you want to be?

The few of us that will reverberate
Through the airways of life
Leading the crowd

Or the many of us that will
Allow all of it to belittle them
The defeated.

dream catcher

When most people bring to mind a dream catcher they think of catching the bad dreams. Weeding out the good from the bad. That’s the Native American’s reasoning for making them.
The bad dreams cannot pull through the interlacing of the dream catcher. Their sinister ways are no match for the ubiquitous strings. Dream catchers are meant to be excruciating for the malignant imaginings-of-the-night.
Satisfactory dreams are meant to reverberate throughout everyone’s lives. So, they pass freely through the feathers, not staying long enough to perish in the day light. As dream catchers thwart the besieging nightmares, people’s minds can succumb to the sanctuary of sleep.
Nightmares have afflicted my sleep for years upon years. They tend to ascend upon me on the worst of times, then respite when they feel my mind has been emaciated quite breathtakingly.
When I become fretful that the night-horrors will continue to surge upon my sleep, I become malnourished of sleep. Tranquility is something that I beg for.
Sleep is remote. The Sandman works at the privation of my slumber. Tossing and turning in my bed, all night long. What could I possibly do to end such atrocious tendencies?
I will keep a dream catcher on me at all times. I am going to be the harbinger in my own life.
When I get the tattoo of a dream catcher on my skin, the nightmares will seize. I don’t believe they will be over entirely. There will simply be less of a reason for them to enter my body, because when the sun comes up in the morning the nightmare will expire. While the lovely dreams will slip smoothly into the abyss, simply to touch the lives of others.

Adrenaline.

Numb,
But humming.
All at the same time.

My body won’t stop.
I want to be calm,
But it’s forcing me
To shake & quiver.

Adrenaline surges through my veins.
Tingling
My whole body has awoken.

Like I’ve been sleeping.
Dazed for years and years.
Not seeing what the real world is.

But now my eyes are open.
And the truth can’t hide much longer.
As much as I don’t want to see it,
I’m aware now.

Feel.

Rhythm in your body,
Not the kind that you dance to,
No,
The kind that makes you see.

Open your eyes,
Look at the world,

Feel the hum,
Feel the power,
Feel the helplessness,
Feel you’re feet underneath you,

Carrying you,
But where?

Feel and Look.
Understand.
See it, don’t just pass by it.

Who was that man,
The man on the sidewalk,
With a sign,
Begging for peace,
A piece of pleasantries.

He gave up power, for helplessness.

What you don’t know about the world,
Let it amaze you,
Let it scare you,
Let it show you who you are.

Feel the hum.
Feel it.
Run through your veins.

See that girl?
The one with the bags,
Bags full of clothes she’ll never value.
Does she know who she is?
Does she understand what you’re opening your eyes to?
Will she ever..

She feels powerful, but she’s helpless in her sheltered world.

Keep walking.

Feel the hum.
Feel the innocence.
Feel the injustice.
Feel your feet underneath you.

Carrying you,
But where?

Watch.
See that mother.
Her sunglasses cover so much.
But her baby,

He’ll understand one day.
She’ll wash the make-up away.
And he’ll understand.
Innocence, will see the injustice.

Stand up now.
Stand, and lead.
Feel your feet underneath you.

Carrying you.
Keep walking.

One day they’ll see.
One day they’ll lead.
Someday….

Unfold

As the song rings out,
Her hair flows round,
This joy, this carelessness;

Feeling all of the worries fade,
And all of the cheerfulness in the world enter;
Her wishes may have not all come true,
And there may be problems in the world.

But her life is good,
The sun shines and the rain falls.
Moods change like the weather,
Seasons fade into each other
While life changes with time.
Still, the smile doesn’t fade.

Once she wondered if it was fake,
The show she put on was for the sake of others,
But here, in this day, this moment,
She knows that the bliss is within her
Radiating from a spirit that can’t be taken down

Her spirit is resilient:
Made of sunshine,
Dance moves,
Rain puddles,
And words to poems she has yet to write.

Birds fly,
As she watches their wings flap,
And wonders where their going;
She realizes she finally doesn’t need to know:
Where she’s going.

From her past,
And the present,
She knows that her life will turn out.
Everything has a happy ending.

When you’re not looking for anything,
It all comes to you.
So now she lives.
Actually let’s go.

Spreading her wings is a task.
They’ve been clipped for so long,
Not by anyone in particular,
Just by life
And life’s expectations.

So now she drops it all,
Into the pit of unneeded things,
Plop go the expectations;
Sploosh go the worries;
Swish goes the resistance.

Slowly her wings unfold,
Readying herself to be independent for the first time,
In a lifetime.
Because all she wants is to be happy like this,
For a lifetime.

Release

Steady heartbeat,
Even steps, beating the soft dirt;
Fight or flight.
Branches breaking,
Listening to the rush of the wild;
Thunder breaking the clouds.

Roots protruding from the ground,
Rocks break the skin of her bare feet,
Vulnerability.
Dew on the ground.
A spider web catches on her arm as she sprints through.
Rain pools in her foot prints.

A path ends.
Water rushes like she runs,
Toward the pool.

Water caresses her feet.
Watching the emotion rinse from her toes.
Her heart beats quickly.
All of the pent up energy;
Washing out of her into the pool of water.

Stress built up oozes from her;
Like the bleeding cuts on her feet.
Tension released,
Like an angry prisoner;
Into the free world.

Goodbye

At one point, I refused to say goodbye.
It is so final.
In my life it had been so final.

In my childhood I didn't understand it.
But now, I realize all I have said goodbye to.
My sunshine;
Someone I never wanted to say goodbye to.
Controllers;
People I never needed in the first place.
Followers;
People just don't fit in my life anymore.

But when we say goodbye, we also say hello.
Hello new life,
hello new perspective,
hello future,
hello world,
Goodbye past, I need you no longer.

Don't ask me why I've said goodbye.
Because I am letting go of why.
Ask only what I have said hello to.
"come what may" I will live.
Saying goodbye.
And hello.