Compassionate Ocean

Waving waters saying “hello”
“You my dear friend, come to me”
I move towards him, attracted to his aqua voice
This ocean swells with pride
As I step forward, he spins around me
The comfort he brings cannot be overstated
I worry the waves will swallow me, but the ocean, now my friend, reminds me, “you are safe”

I am from screens and bright machines
that show whole new worlds
that I use to pretend I’m
not living in this one.

I am made of the sharp smell
of artificial apples and cinnamon
burning your throat as you breathe it in
like secondhand smoke.

I am made of lonely days
spent on my phone
pretending to laugh when people say or send something
because I know they need the ego boost.

I am made of late nights
when I shut my phone off
and I start to cry
because I know that no one thinks about me after I go.

I am made of hours spent huddled
as my brother spits vitriol at my parents
and they take it with willing ears and become submissive dogs
with tails between their legs.

I am made of hellfire
carefully bottled up
until someone pushes me to the edge
and I am ready to **.

I am of thousands of cups of black coffee
sobbed over at three am
alone in my kitchen
hands searing, but refusing to let go.

I am from carefully counting every dollar
wondering when
I am allowed
to leave this town.

I am from four am walks
alone through the town
taking in the sights
and praying the sun will rise.

There’s a shattered hand mirror in my room.
Broken glass litters the cold dark marble
and teardrops drip all over the shards,
because even in all of these things that I am,

I am still not good enough for myself.

Only the jester remains,
How?
No one knows,
For those secrets remain unanswered,
But in the corner of a shattered and tortured mind
one thing remains,
Revenge!!!
Those that thought to silence him
underestimated his will to survive,
And in that they live in only a fool's paradise,
Time comes full circle,
And revenge will be mine!
For justice remains to be served...
cold ...
laughter haunts a hallow mind,
It's only a matter of waiting,
This atrocity will be forgotten
but not by the jester,
My time will come!

Its time to stop falling for government ploys.
To stop being played like government toys.
Its time to resume a conversation.
To start a process of healing nations.
Lets focus the anger and hate.
On the media and government who set the bait.

You don't have to hate someone if you disagree.
Even if its fundamentally.
Are we not all somehow lost.
Is not finding a way forward too high a cost

I've travelled a different path to you.
This doesn't mean there's no common ground.
There is always mortar to build bridges.
A compromise can be mostly found.

Our views may conflict on things deep within our souls.
Yet this doesn't mean we have to hate each other,
Or sometimes have some common goals.

Life is way too short to fall out over points of view.
I feel pain and bleed just like you do.

Don't **** me because I pray to a different God.
Or try to convert me through violent means.
It's just as stupid as hating me,
Because I wear trousers and you wear jeans.

Forget about borders , status, creed or class.
Hate breeds hate but agreements can last.
The future need not be determined by the past.

Its possible to disagree or have principles that may have conflictions.
But find compromise,
Without
Sacrificing deep convictions.

The world has become a twisted place.
A moral compass that's severely skewed.
We listen to yarns that governments and media spin.
Rather than accept the obvious truths.

Forget for now about exploring space.
We're not ready for what we may find.
First lets all find each other.
Lets break the chains that continue to bind.

Its time to look at how the world is run.
To see injustice through untainted eyes.
To build bridges that bring men together.
To start to make right the wrongs and value each others lifes.

Its ok to disagree but not to **** and maim.
Especially based on hate of someones colour of skin or in your gods name.

Its ok to enjoy your culture or practice your beliefs.
But not ok that live in extravagant excess while others barely survive on city streets.

My soul grieves and heart is heavy, when I see what this world has become.
Man has achieved so much.
Yet so much more can be done.

I've walked a different path to you
It doesn't mean compromise can't be found.
We simply have to try to coexist.
Our survival depends on finding common ground.

Do you know what its like to feel alone in a room full of people?
Do you know what it’s like to have a gaping hole inside you?
No matter where you go or what you do something feels missing.
I’m searching but it’s so dark.
It’s so dark that I can’t find my way out.
I’m searching but I’m so lost.
I’m so lost that I don’t even recognize myself anymore.
I stare in the mirror trying to find the beauty I once saw so prevalently.
But now all I see is a vessel.
A vessel that once held so much love for a man, it lost love for itself.
A vessel that once carried two children.
But when they vacated they too took a piece with them.
This body is nothing but a reminder of everything I am not.
Not beautiful.
Not loved.
Not whole.
I am nothing but a body.
And this body has been broken down.
This body has been wounded.
This body has been stolen.
I try to find peace somewhere, anywhere.
I’m grasping for just a thread.
That’s all I need.
But it’s so dark and I’m so lost.

I'm standing on the edge of the cliff
Looking intently at the deep blue sea
A gentle breeze bristling on my arms
Waves crashing on the rocks beneath.

I can feel the fear building up inside me
Sending shivers running down my spine
Storm after storm after another storm
The endless struggles draining my soul.

Plans are not going as I have expected
Everything is completely ruined, wrecked
Though surrounded by hundreds of people
But nobody I can call my own, my home.

I'm sitting on the edge of the cliff
I close my eyes, visualize the what-ifs
Should I jump and take a free fall?
Or stand back and regret my decision?

The moment you reach rock bottom
Body is rejuvenated with a sudden jolt
Limits push strength to the utmost
A new version of you is waiting to unfold.

This house scars my mind and all peace it surely blocks
All along the wooden walls are noisy little clocks
A foul constant reminder that time is running out
The sounds of all the ticks and tocks still fill my head with doubt
The fear of time so hard for me to ever really understand
Because the fear of time is something only known to man
For we're the ones who created time and all that it entails
We built the very tracks with which our train of thought derails
So clearly we're the harbingers of our own insanity
We brought on every ounce of pain recieved from this calamity