Growth

Nightime falls, and so many are left to their thoughts.

Broken backs and dreams, shattered hopes and distant wishes.

The stars bear witness to those who tried and those who didn't.

As time wafts through the fabric of our being, we are given the seeds of change.



He sits there dreaming, living in his aspirations.

A prisoner of his ideals. His serial number that of his experiences.

His number defines him and is his treasure, yet the guards notice not.

They too carry numbers they value, and yet it is all the same.



Though he is free to wander cells they do not change from room to room.

Every hallway a blur, every wall grey, every door a maze...



Life began so simple, and so quickly things changed.

Fundamental values defined us, and love was what we learned,

And as fast as we grew certain things existed not.

They melted and flew and we remained alone.

Cast in darkness, burned in greed, we forgot the most important thing of all.

We forgot the value of togetherness, that only love and forgiveness can install.



A time in every life when it must return as it came,

A time in every journey when a path must be chosen.

A time for every prisoner to take the path to their redemption,

A time for every seed to grow upwards to a better invention.



Though he was marked, it was for no crime.

He was born this way, and many like him subscribed the same path.

Though they all travel in the same direction

The burdens they carry, warrant different afflictions.



To some a face, a name, or a word, can say it all.

In terms of reference, ideas, values, configurations overall.

This selfish greed of living cannot suffice.

How can you breathe when the air is plugged with vice?!



You hate and you choose

Those who win and those who lose.

You scream and you fight

When those who are lost need only light.



Rules, red lines, values, frustrations,

Races, religions equal emancipations.

Your wrong...

Where did we forget the most important thing of all?

What was given to humanity, the universal key?

HIS light to you, and to me.



I will not carry on in your fights and argumentations,

I will not lift my finger nor let loose my tongue

I admit I do not understand, nor do I want to.

If it means that I must aide in making the world blind and hungry.



He sat there and listened, to the most beautiful song,

It came from inside of him, loud, pure and strong.

His guards remained watching, they tried what they might.

They tried to hurt him - flesh, soul, and sight.



Him being imperfect was the perfect gift.

And he would guard them no more as they guarded him.

They key to this prison was simple and pure.

Embracing himself was the cure.



In living for others a higher price was to be gained,

No more blasphemy, universal love was what remained.

Though all the guards and their voices rose around him,

He served them all, through not serving them at all.



To start a new life connected with the old,

It was a move terrifying and bold.

The wager was on, and though the odds were good,

Only HIS light, can guide things to be where they should.

Perfect

How I wish I was perfect,
How I wish that I could give you all you want.
How I wish that I could stop time,
To spend eternity with you.

How I wish the world was mine,
That creation listened when I spoke.
How I wish the moon would shine,
and the sun would know my address wherever I went.

How I wish.

How I wish that the past was sweet,
and the future known.
How I wish to protect you,
To save your heart from turning to stone.

If only things were different,
If only things were neat.
If only words mattered
Then you would hear my heart beat.

How I wish.

New Day

Its just one of those days. Its hard to tell if you're awake or asleep. When soft raindrops caress the windows of your soul. Soft taps carrying you in an ocean of thought with no end in sight.

Staying afloat is hard enough at times but life really does go on. As we manage to learn how to swim the sun begins to shine her rays guiding us through the waves. Bright eyes smiling fuel the heart into beating once again. You will prevail.

Life is beautiful and it never stops. With every minute that passes a new experience begins to beat its wings ready to fly us into new potentials. Sweet piano music weaving stories that only my mind can see. Fingers willing to write and yet all I manage with these keystrokes are the following words.

If we learn to love and let go of what hurts then we have won. So many times the message of peace and understanding stands before us and yet that is the only thing we have learned to let go. Giant waves of emotion slowly sanding the rocks that stand in their way. Wave after wave a new face of rock appears to no avail in beating the very sea that harbors them. It is endless and so is their resilience.

Breathe, relax, and live. Separate from that which does not teach you. Even pain can teach you, but you must learn to accept it, not with love but with understanding: like the end of a song you will have taken your listeners on a journey. Only that which will separate you will be how you wish to end.