It seems i cant escape
sleep would overtake wake and still it devastates
Depression ;
crushes me with marvelous aggression
Feast for the beast find me deep in its digestion...

Never did i see
the sun shine on me as i sat beneath a tree
Shady ;
victory thrown like Tom brady
Pride chopped off like umbilical on babys...

Lazy summer days
sorrow acrobatic
It set his mind a blaze  
tryed to find comfort in a sister softer soul
Left his heart contorted
for every bridge a toll
I guess ;
usually he'd cross and watch it burn  
Trying very hard to not forget the lessons learned..

The bird was there, standing alone
Singing a song, closer to a moan
I knew something was wrong
It was obvious, I know that song
It was the song of death
The melody of the last breath
I wanted to do something
I wanted a change of situation
I didn't know what to do
No idea for a solution
I just sat there silently watching
Watching a fallen bird, burn down to ash
It hurt, I felt the pain, the heart crash
Why is reality so evil ? Why am i so ?
Can't I feel empathy ? nothing to do ?
I put a step forward then a second
Step after another arrived in a second
Released my emotions in a word of truth
Gave it all out, my fountain of youth
I expressed hope, expressed love
Expressed everything blindly, in despair
I wanted the bird to live, express it's flair
I wrapped my hands around, it felt it's warmth
walked all the alley back and forth
Lost my rhythm felt the bird was lost
Slowed my pace, couldn't look at my hands
I no longer felt the pulse, shiver down my spine
I closed my eyes, tried to believe that all was fine
But nothing was right, i had commited the crime
It was all over, there was no more time
I called out to the sky, wished i be heard
I called, was a desperate try to bring back the bird
I sat waiting for the reply
It came moments later, i heard a cry
It came, this is the call from the sky
It felt blurry at the beggining couldn;t understand
But the truth was awful i was alone in a barren land
I heard my echo, thought it was hope
It was the voice of despair
Death ? no way to repair
it said it clear: Leave the bird alone
You have no power to change the past
You are weak, you will someday last
The bird is gone now, live with that fact
Try not to forget, for memories are your identity
Sit, Watch, listen and learn: build your personnality
The bird is a mere experience between a thousand
Life is still full of surprises you will have to withstand
Life is gift, you either accept or deny
Life is the bird, with whom you refused to fly

By: GuessWho....... 24/02/2017

With the stretching of the light
comes the wanderlust to tempt

-over the horizon and over again.

But solitude holds out her gifts
peace the great prize regained

-eternities horizon come to stay.

For those who chose to throw out reason
here in this most bazaar of times and season
who now fear glancing into the rear view mirror
let me just say "YES" if you wonder its getting nearer

Funny is it not how blind we can be to what lay ahead
that can and often will fill our dream with that dread
that may cause a momentary sense of discomfort
upon wakening and fading before we get a chance to sort

What was or wasn't that little shake of head we make
to allow a reset from that data moving quick to opaque
even though moving on puts reality into front and center
that data was downloaded waiting for when you hit enter

Seldom if ever will it endeavor to open as a full screen view
awaiting a chance for conflating as - THE SPY WITH A CLUE
slipping in now and then to drop off another subliminal hint
as to if and why ,where or when we allowed a place we went

That was just a tangent a separate thought of a pervious  mind
a footpath off the path we blazed an adventure for what we find
that will sometimes have a cost ...the toll for getting lost ...is fear
so when we start again often so impervious to what may appear

no longer who it was that blazed a new path into the unknown
consciously unconscious to tangent paths staying where shown
Content? to follow a map someone drew that is way ahead of you
are you so frightened that unenlightened means ignoring the view

That then becomes the difference between living life that's defined
and freedom that is achieved on a roadtrip.. through an open mind
because life is a journey and no map can ever really be your guide
unless you end when and where that map maker did... No I decide

and if you still fear to glance in that mirror and see its gaining on you
that fuse lit the day your'e born won't gain an inch by anything you do
so defined destination headlong rush or meandering along your way
there is no cost to getting lost ..no toll to pay it's a roadtrip dude .....until your dying day

so why not sit back and enjoy the ride ? YOUR'E NOT DRIVING !

The more that we go through the stronger that we become here on earth.
The more that we meditate on Christ word, the closer we become to him.
The more that we Love others, the more that we get Loved by them too.
The more that we help others here, the more that we become bless here.
The more that we allow Christ to write through us, the greater the poems become.
The more that we share through Love, the more powerful that it becomes.
The more that we give for the Kingdom sake the greater that we get blessed.
The Less that we give of ourselves, the less that we can receive anywhere.