Elusive eyes embrace thousands of faces which hold horrors that take root in one's subconscious.Like the stories stored deep within her scars. Or his longevity leaving through the slits on his wrists.Hoping things are different...Your story may have a happy ending but they just reached their ******.  

     Living beneath a flag symbolizing solidarity. Yet separation remains within each region, state, and city! Freedom is just another figment of one's mind! It's odd how God's perfect possessions are possessed with vicious vitality...Someone is speaking but the other's aren't listening. In strife with our speculations during the night when our sincerity strangles us!

     Weeping in our sleep wishing to wake to mama's pancakes, while politicians pollute our lives with handshakes.Minds racing while one's body is still! Inhumane humans and an unbalance between the rich and poor. Speaking truth on the unjust, yet they close their doors... Buried beneath four walls! Oblivious of one's inner demons dancing on their graves, listen to our creator as he speaks.

     He exclaims that we skip serenity and our minds fixate on the wealth we don't obtain! As another man yearns to earn as much as you...How could you sleep? When the other man doesn't have enough to eat! Focused on trivial tribulations... While she's praying she'll live to meet tomorrow. Enslaved by our own mental decree!

     Remember no matter your status we're not all gonna live to see tomorrow... so break free of your mental chains and ask yourself if your faith lies in the hands of the created or the creator?

The small rock representing your birth
engraved deep into a necklace
proving your worth
to the world
and to you

you,
the one sitting there
staring out into a moonlit sky
the thousands of twinkling stars
dapple the sky
as the whooshing wind whispers
belonging

You
the proud dark eyed girl
standing tall along an old wooded pier
the spray of the sea splatters your face with its salt
bellowing waves crash underneath your feet
shouting,
You belong

And You
are still here
one of many
on this earth
loved and guided
through this life and to the next
and you,
**belong

Flying high above the clouds
Just to set out your shroud
Trapped inside with nowhere to go
But suddenly, the plane has gone slow

Skyrocketing to the earth
You wonder if it’s worth
It to die and to never be found

Watching you fly in the air
Plummeting to the ground and you want to help
But you have to stay strapped to your chair
You can hear a dog yelp
From off in the distance
You know there is no more resistance

You know that it is over so you give up the fight
You don’t want to die like a knight
So I decided to write
This poem about your flight
the flight that changed your life
and mine
but not for the better.