Find peace within yourself,
brew some coffee,
watch the steam rise.
End personal battles,
pour yourself a cup,
wait for it to cool.
Tea isn't for everyone to spill,
quiet your mind and mouth.
Focus on yourself,
tune everything out.
Open your mind,
don't think,
take a sip.
Take the time
to be transparent.
It's a sad world full of sad people.
Everyone can commiserate in sadness.
Reach out with your sorrows,
outstretch a hand and ask.
The power to say no
to negative thought
is in your hands.
Fingertips to slip through-
don't lose your hope,
don't lose yourself.
Blank canvas and I,
we have quite the relationship.
Found myself blind,
using my fingers to read
the texture on the walls.
How much more blank canvas could I be?
Faceless, mirrored, I stood,
trying to recognize myself.
Blank canvas was all I could see.
In a panic, I ask myself,
"Who am I?"
I am faceless, blank canvas.
Read the walls of acceptance.
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.