The Place Where Made Whole

Pick me something pretty,
pick me something sweet,
something where satisfaction
and dreams can meet,
something where we
can peacefully keep,
where our legs and fatigue
can meet with sleep.

Play me something peaceful,
something just slow enough
to slow this racing pulse
in this race too rough,
something that can sooth
feet swollen and sore,
something that will mean
just a little bit more.

String up the songs
that settle it all,
the ones that capture
imagination with their call,
the ones that live
only that which we can't,
the ones to unite
our disjointed chant.

And allow it all
to flow from your hands,
to come from you fingers
according to your plans,
and allow it to take
these complacent souls
left here so placid
to a place where made whole.

The Ceiling

"The sky is the limit,"
but why limit it there?
Why not shoot
for going through the air?
Why even tell one
where the limit is?
Why not just shoot for it
while promoting silence?
Don't even say
where the ceiling is found.
Don't bring the limits
to this place, around.
The ceiling is wherever
one can cap out,
where one can finish,
exerting all without a doubt.
The ceiling is where initiative
won't allow one to quit,
to be passive in the pursuit,
to tap out and sit.
The ceiling is non-existent,
a mirage, a fantasy,
invented by those who quit,
who quit on their dreams
but around here that verbiage
will not be accepted
for we will push through all barriers
with only expectations that are exceeded.

Confusion

Hopes, dreams,
nightmares, journeys,
lights, gleams
pain, gurneys,
joy, mistakes,
gives, takes,
travels, cities,
friends, enemies,
regrets, elation,
love, jubilation,
the sum, the difference,
rejection, admittance,
understood, confusion,
bandage, contusion,
focuses, goals,
completeness, holes,
words, paper,
grass, skyscraper,
nonsensical, vivid,
provoking, livid,
ends, means,
pretend, scenes,
all, none,
for any, for someone.

Ghost Lives, Dies Around

Touch me
so that
I know
you're alive,
though the
bitter truth
is that
you died.
Look at
me with
your eyes
open wide
while mine
stay shut
hiding what's
not fine.
I will
be content
to let
your ghost
haunt all
that I
once cherished,
now lost.
Dreams leave,
rise, fall
with all
else around,
to die
so loudly
as only
death resounds.

Where Dreams and Reality Met

Sick of the grind,
tired of the stress,
she'll release her mind
and escape the mess.
She's tired of the run,
fatigued by the hustle,
her dreams second to none,
she'll escape the bustle.
She has a gig
that pays her well
but that deal's not big
enough to close her shell.

She is walking away,
now turning a back,
on this very day
so her soul no longer lacks.
She is set now
to watch her dreams
come true somehow
and break through the seams.
She will not let
life pass her by
and fail to get
what she dreams before she dies.
She is onward standing
to walk out of the door
to be demanding
of so much more.

Her bravery leads
her to live life fully,
something she needs
completely and wholly.
If you now need her
she will be over the sunset
where onward forever
her dreams and reality will have met.

Dreams So Vivid

At night when eyes close
the pallet changes and imaginations impose
their piece and their will
to take an idea home to drill.
The dark disappears and rainbows bring cheer
as absence of light brings forth inspirations so clear.
Dreams so vivid and scenes so real,
this fantasy world has the feel
of reality attached to every breath,
something so scary and yet so easily can refresh.
Experiences in this world
that are fully under my control
with consequences so chosen
in a time I can make frozen,
manipulation my option
to bend the world around to my notion,
this world is what I choose it to be
depending on where my mind wants to take me.
Whether a hardship in store
just to prove the strength I have is more
powerful than a challenge thrown
or a surprise that was actually known,
or perhaps an opponent who lies
down for me as they stare at the skies
to allow me to conquer in the battle
that could never have me rattled,
no matter what the situation
or the scenario chosen to get me to the destination,
I have the tapestry here
to decide what is presented and how clear
the subject or topic I want to confront
can come to me or influence me in my hunt.
No matter what else is true,
my mind's control is one of the few
truths upon which I can rely,
something in which I revel every night I close my eyes.

Blindsided

You think you have it
until it slips through your fingers.
You try to brush it off
but the pain lingers.
Excitement flows abundantly
until the news breaks
at which point joy's drought
begins to drain optimism's lake.
Happiness that hours ago
overflowed and could not be contained
now only has remnants
of positive thoughts that remain.
Hopes for the future
that we never had before
are now dashed from our minds
as our hearts seem to have shut their door.
With only each other
to turn to in moments like now,
we try to pick up the pieces in what inexplicably happened somehow.
We thought we had it
until it slipped through our hands
as now our heads drop down
and our minds must establish a new plan.

A Dreamer Forced to Wake

There's beauty over there
but it's tarnished.
There's a spirit of youth in the air
that goes unharnessed.
There's a child riding
a bicycle all around.
He begins his gliding
unscathed on the ground.
A perfectly timed breeze
interrupted by a crawling.
The moment's enjoyable ease
ruined by a smacked stalling,
a light pole that stands
only to have its shining burned out:
its one purpose, to meet their demands,
ending with a stone throw and a shout.

My hands go to the right
anticipating an escape of brilliance
but my necessary smite
of a stranger's sidle halts and strangles my resilience.
Whether it be these interruptions or the freshly child-thrown rocks
into the otherwise placid lake
this scene continually mocks
a dreamer who is now forced to wake.

When the Past Becomes the Present

My fingers are bleeding from feelings untyped.
My mouth is sowed shut with the regret of inaction.
My soul is overwhelmed with unfulfilled promises so hyped.
My body is weak from being part of the different factions.

I thought I had a way chosen
and I thought I had a life to be
but now my knees are weak and will is frozen
and I'm left at the crossroads by she.

With issues so unresolved and love so unreciprocated,
my heart has nothing left to believe in and therefore nothing to give.
Maybe due to my own inactions, this fate was precipitated,
but it doesn't change the fact my insides have no more reason to live.

With knees so weak the body wants to fall,
the legs so disconnected from reality,
my back must lean against the wall
to prevent the floor from gaining a collapsed body.

The finish line so passed
and yet the race so failed,
the memories are trashed
and the dreams are bailed.

So much negativity left in a brain so otherwise drained,
the heart, head, and heels all stop without direction.
The body goes limp with inordinate amounts of pain
as the thoughts of past scars begin their resurrection.

Some may call this a phase or maybe even a bout
but those who have been in the eye of the storm before know better.
The agony that has a hold of my emotions is on a rout
and every part of me, mentally and physically, is again bound by this fetter.