To feel that
there is no hope
to fill
that which cannot be filled
to console
the inconsolable
to resurrect
that which will not be raised
is to know that
at least,
your pain
will not abandon you

Amidst all the disguises,
misrepresentations, and exaggerations
it eventually rises
to reveal the most surprising and
powerful version of itself
We curse at the blackards who
insult it with lies
and knight those
who sacrifice everything for the
honor of defending it

Yet, at times
and not for the better
we also bear the scarlet letter
as adulterers of the truth

Can there be any greater gift
than the lesson of how to be happy
Too many students
not enough teachers

When wind moves through it’s limbs
and blows down through my hair
I seem to forget
about the burdens I bear
And whenever this pall
cast it’s shadow on me
you will find me outside
standing next to a tree

Mindful to tread
ever so lightly
that fertile ground
we visit nightly
Careful now
it’s takes so little
to awaken adrift
in sweat and spittle
The pleasant dream
betrays yet again
hurling the psyche
into a den
of frightening, blood-thirsty nightmares

To feel the ache of suffering
is to to look no further than
the space between the lines
It is where the godless echoes live
and they try to convince us
that faith will not get us through
this long, arduous trip from home