Clean

 diving down the rabbit hole

I mustered all my strength

delving into unfamiliar realms

Uncertainty laid it's bait

off the beaten path I wandered

inspite of my fears strength

Desencion fast swallowing

as I tumbled into

the arms of a quintessential embrace

Voices proudly singing, a path formed by my fate

Reaping now the harvest, 

my past has become my new mate

and hence I began to ponder

the seeds with which to sow

New beginnings, new adventures

a humble strategy to find my way

Endeavors, companions

weave  present past and future

with a discreet and opitimstic illusion

I quitely continue on

 

YOU!

 Never have I felt so powerful

as when I've pointed the finger in the other direction.

Pride and self righteousness

paved my way toward heaven now

you, with your small minded,  crooked stance

you, could never climb to the glorious height which I have reached

until hems begin to unravel,

stains blotted beyond repair

shattered glass

a window on the stair 

how could I become so shallow, so crass

to not see my very own helix path

in time the finger came back 

it was me who was it's target now

small curled up ball

painful insight bled

into my very walls

shivering reflection

I am aware

of my own self deception

the desire of heart felt compassion 

could be cultivated by none other than me

myself, I,

construct

and breathe

pursual of midnight dreams

 

Wounded Warriors

 

I found myself hiding from life

As an army of false narratives paved the way

I fervently clung to illusions and lies

Now, I quiet my steps, to hear the song of the birds.

slowing my pace, haunted by unforgotten words

Actions driven deep, sharp pains, 

A venemous residue as society clutches ever so tightly

to the trauma of our past

We have all walked upon glass, as our Ancestors burials

were meant to erase injury without pardon

a complex world

and as we evaluate what now lies before us

Unforgiving

but in the deepest recess of our collective memory

we shall come to see that the very nature of humans

can also be, kind and nurturing

and so it must be, for this is 

humanities gargantuan Last Stand.

"please try again"

they've hung up, long before the conversation has ended

conclusions drawn like curtains, hearing only what they believe was said

one sided worlds 

waiting for their turn, to sprawl their garbaje over your lawn

yet this hardcore disconnection, was no fault of their own

long stretches of time

isolation hibernating within their soul 

they had lost all notion of the eloquent endeavor 

of appealing to exterior needs

shades drawn, lights dimmed

their very souls clung fast 

to their safely constructed vision of reality

In spite of all yearning for human closeness, 

twas that very nature,

that harboured a 20 foot high meticulous iron wall 

mystery their shroud

embraced by the warmth, 

of their well known comfort zone.