Perception

Preach to the scene,
take a snap,
insurance – ensuring your humanity’s intact,
are you truly at peace – if everything is on screen?
Privacy of the day,
equals – conveying everything to be relayed,
you are not yourself,
you are the puppet – with strings leading into an Insta frame.
A stolen moment,
and you choose to create an opponent,
not within yourself but to those who choose to scroll it.
This happiness is yours,
but you allow to share,
prying eyes,
creates nothing but a moment lasting nowhere

…I am, who?

Who am I…
to the wind whom gently kisses my neck,
the subtle lover…
that caresses my body,
then whisks away to find another?

Who am I…
to the ocean who runs deep with emotion,
the sadistic lover…
enough to fill my body,
but not allow me to uncover?

Who am I…
to the earth who spawned me for its worth,
the realistic lover…
honest from the beginning,
but with too many skeletons to govern?

Who am I…
to the sun who continues to warm my soul
the attentive lover…
always there when life seems to get dark,
and keeps rising –
to a new day for me to discover?

More Than a Kiss

A kiss is more than a touch of the lips,
it flows through the body and hovers around the hips,
grab her eyes with the gentlest of stares,
as you cup her head – with your fingers tangled in her hair.
We close our gaze,
the image of her remains and stays,
she – the penetrating force that pierces my vision,
a meeting of the minds coupled by a head on collision.
All reality falling from view,
this is the ecstasy her lips have induced,
our bodies lost – fallen from time,
her kiss lay the foundation of everything sublime

From The Ashes

Mist gathers and is mystically displaced…
amongst trees refusing to be cut down and erased,
moving as silently as the devil,
drowning all in its path – building its hell on an earthly level.
All around me it consumes,
choking with poisonous fumes,
to my knees I fall – accepting this doom,
I burn to ash but in surprise – like a phoenix – new I bloom.
Read between the lines…
and you will find…
the strength inclined…
turning failures into success – in time

Focus

Who is the person from long ago,
full of optimism and ready to grow,
naive to the world and the meaning of hopeless,
unaware of the importance in sharpening one’s focus.
Without such – life becomes distorted and muffled,
becoming just another card lost to the shuffle,
degrees of sacrifice must be undertaken,
joining reality with the identity you’ve awakened.
Now raise the sails,
fight the rising tides,
this is your life,
map the course only you can find

Sleeping Giant

A forgotten self,
the beating heart of today’s commonwealth,
swipe or tap,
doesn’t matter as long you’re relevantly intact.
Swollen soul,
thinking you’re irrevocably in control,
but little did we know,
we’re being cataloged and sold.
Eyes wide,
pupils dilating in size,
incapable of witnessing our mind’s demise,
we cry in sleep – while they laugh at our compromise.

Ignite

There is no right and wrong in this world,
only what one can tolerate and stand,
choosing a side is a futile plan,
do and an open mind you have burned.
Life is a singularity under the concept of man,
division is a construct in driving us mad,
good against evil is romantic within ink,
but in true it hinders our ability to think.
Steal your mind and open it to reality,
an existence of inclusion is its actuality,
take what you’ve learned and create an incision,
be the child that the universe always envisioned.