Chasing the rabbit's wish,
down each hole he dug.
Dead-end dreamers
chasing rabbit's wishes
find themselves in the dark.
A severed foot is what's found,
a symbol of good luck
at the cost of the rabbit's life.
It was unknown, how,
the rabbit is luckier alive,
in one piece.
Soul and spirit, divine-
is the rabbit's living gift.
Pain, a creature,
creeping in and out of our bodies.
He creeps into our mental space,
leaving blanks to fill.
A creature like amnesia
erases any memory of pain.
I can not imagine why.
Can not imagine
such a creature's embrace,
but he's had his hold on me.
Sucked me in to this world of skepticism,
where nothing is real,
question everything. Reality is gone.
Whispers crackle
in the back of my mind
like a withering candle,
a wick burning to
it’s impending end.
A pillow of thoughts
to sink my head into
while I sort through
withering whispers.
A blanket of questions in mind,
they drape over me,
holding me down.
The questions no one can answer,
stay unknown as I
search my mind for a solution.
Blow out your crackling candle,
and pray for a sound pillow tonight.
There's only one way
to find your answers.
A humbled wisdom,
holds a prehension of the world.
Knowledge holds its pride,
its expectation is one
of blatant obligation.
A clear burden
on the shoulders of men,
one wisdom seems to ease.
Let knowledge enrich you
but let wisdom fine-tune you
till you're a quality artisan.
Knowledge can't teach
what the wisdom
of common sense can deliver.
American media headlines
play the world's worst game
of telephone with the public.
The truth doesn’t need
a telephone to speak.
It needs eyes willing
to read entire articles.
Headlines lie to grab
your attention,
then pull you in
for gossips full of lies.
All before you've had
the chance to read for yourself.
Careful,
or you'll become
the echo chamber
of telephone truth.
Nature is the servant of man,
providing earth to plant,
providing everything.
Everything originates in nature,
our shelter,
our homes made of clay brick,
cement, wood, nails, and stone.
Nature provided each material for us,
for our enrichment, and our freedom.
It is the obligation of each man
living in human nature
to preserve nature as he chooses.
The blessings we don't see,
occur in nature.
Set your miseries to the side,
and be grateful
for what nature has provided.
Bound to everything you own and love.
A home, a family might bind you.
Freedom is a choice so honest,
we're even free to redefine free.
Freedom is a mentality,
understand it's an exchange.
Freedom does not come
without complexities.
It’s a well oiled machine
exchanging time and labor
for the opportunity to be free.
Home-bound isn’t the worst you can be,
but to say you’re not free
because of a complexity,
is the worst sort of mistake.
I pick up my head to see
everything surrounding me.
My eyes soak in this tiny town,
and it's cold spring splendor.
I think about God's perspective,
how vast his gaze must be.
A landscape of a mountain,
could be but hills to Him.
My singular two-eyed view
only has one story to tell,
but God has millions-
how can I compete?
I can't-
but I have my own story
to finish telling, to finish living.
The story of my life, God has written
in His grand perspective
and I'm fixed on writing this.
My heart, crushed by bitter ugliness,
who took the form of a familiar person.
A friend called him brother,
I called him stranger as his hands
slithered where they didn't belong.
Forgiveness?
What could it be?
I tried to be friendly
as this joke backfired on me.
Crushed, and trying to gather myself,
making sense of the situation.
Too young to understand,
too young to consent
to such an atrocious act.
How to forgive?
How to forgive?
Time changes everything,
through trauma
and flashbacks.
I look at the past through a lens,
as if it happened to another person.
Would I tell this child to forgive?
Never!
I would tell her to let
time heal her wounds,
but forgiveness is for
the greatest of friends and family.
For the first time in forever,
I felt joy:
A quiet miracle,
alone,
in my mind.
Family,
a couple's comradery,
a feeling of togetherness.
My wishes fade so far
in the moment of affection.
Everything I have is my focus.
To hold tight,
and let my heart wander to you,
as it does.
To let each dream of mine
come true in my own time.
At times,
one person,
and a second of faith,
is the push needed to achieve.