Monday, September 22, 2014

Postcards from Paradise

Cards
Your cards
They are on my table

Postcards
From paradise
My reason to go postal

Your art
You're art
Framing my walls

Bare-boned
Gasping heart
I'm still ready to fall

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Contradictions

Imperfect
As they are
So am I, even if I don't think so

Judgement
So quick, so sharp
Alas is a blade with two points

Differences
We're all equal
But I won't accept, what I don't want

Expectations
Poisoned reality
The unavoidable, inevitable letdown
Humanity
We are lifted, raised up
Yet burdened in every way by this gift

Hope
We need, yearn and know it
Yet struggle to hear and decipher its languages

Our future
Self-fulfilling prophecies
I guess we may never learn

Finally

Finally when we have nothing
Nothing to hold
Nothing to keep
Nothing more than humanity


We will lie, a twisted heap
Of paradoxes
Contradictions
Held together with broken seams


We will call out our questions
In hope and in vain
With peace and rage
For answers, no, justifications


We will look upwards, for the divine
And inwards for the replies
And outward for the signs
The missing pieces to our perfect design


We will surrender, eventually
After the anguish
After the denial
When stillness comes to claim humanity


We finally listen, quietly
Calm but open
Exposed but unafraid
A wilderness, still but free


Finally, when we have nothing
We will find soul
We will find our voice
A gift of courage back at the beginning