The Crack

Tilt your head a bit
to see the crack
that goes down your head
and down your back,
that rips you in half
with every step
that causes more pain
as you continue to schlep.
It's the journey that drains
your every fiber
with every circumstance
becoming ever more dire.
It's the moment you realize
how dead you are
and that your hopes
are just that far.
It's that very second
you see fate's face
that puts you back
into your too real place,
that instant where you
see no further escape
only to realize it is
because it's starting to cave
and it's at that point
in that fleeting flash
that you see it all come
down to the epic crash
and it is only in the face
of that moment in time
that you realize only
your breathing is a crime.

Gloom

The day drags on
so painstakingly,
not allowing me
to enjoy it momentarily.
The gloom found above
high in the clouds
overflows this scene and floods
as depression abounds.
Rain sprinkles throughout
with drips here and drops there,
just enough to frizz
both spirits and hair.
Days with outside plans,
days free of work,
are now days wasted,
days to disappear to dirt.
This day currently
being lived in present tense
will ne'er escape quickly
enough to preserve sense.
Instead we will be
driven to insanity
with lips soon to turn
to unwarranted profanity
and a mind soon to crumble
under the incidental pressure
beyond all anticipation,
beyond all belief and measure.

A Dry Cheek

Pick to let it come forth
no matter how much it hurts.
Let the tears come out
along with the blood from your mouth.
Admit your downfalls
to release your soul from entrapment.
Allow your heart to have a rest
from its self-imprisonment.
Open the floodgates that have yet
to allow anything either out or in.
Allow it all to go out and in
and allow it to happen again and again.
Allow your soul the chance
to escape from the trap being laid.
Allow your spirit the chance
to escape from yet again being prey.
Let down that guard that you use
to protect yourself from the world.
Let down that guard that does nothing
but hurts that which has already been hurled...
at least by most...
and let life happen to you once again
instead of the prayer that it passes you by
just so that you can, at the end,
say your cheek is finally set to stay dry.
Allow the flow to escape if that
is what your body and mind needs
for without the removal of doubt and fear
it will never be your spirit that can feed.
Just let it happen to you,
before it is too late to.

The Day's Growth by Grace

A great time with friends
in a setting with open fields
where people can let down their shields,
we enjoy ourselves to no ends
with nothing on our minds
including the weight of the daily grinds.
We can throw toys in the air
or we can sit around in a round shape
and enjoy a day together where we just escape.
We can sit around without a care
or we can stand to play a game
where no one can be passed a blame.
On a day God perfectly created
it seems the only thing to do
is to play and have a good time without a clue.
Creation like this will never be outdated
as long as we have the good sense
to use our good senses at no expense.
A day like today cannot come
every time we step ourselves outside
of our comfort circle in which we easily glide.
Today we will be thankful where we are from
as we rejoice in where we are going
in a growth by grace that we are showing.