Consciously walking a route you know will lead you lost.
Living as if you knew what this act shall cost.
Slowly drifting into a world of shade and shadow,
each moment of your precious existence, a self-contained pointless battle.
When your hands seem to finally gain a firm grip,
they start to tremble and you begin to slip.
Falling into the deep, dark unknown,
each passing moment dragging you further from home.
Feeling nothing, and seeing very little,
it is only now that you realize you have always lived so brittle.
Fear lingers, consuming your thoughts,
a mysterious force, lifting your soul as your body drops.
Only sadness and regret felt as you watch yourself meet the jagged rocks.

Your vision is clear now, and you are free to go,
as your loved ones tears create a river like flow.
You feel the drops as if they came from stormy skies,
but you are too far gone now to hear their thunderous pain-filled cries.
Now feeling the silence you have for so long craved,
you quickly realize there shall soon be nothing left of you to save.
As you feel your soul begin to fade,
you frantically beg forgiveness for the dire mistake you have made,
but there is no hope, for you have just lost the game in which you have just so foolishly played.

If I could,
I would give you my heart,
So that your life could then simply restart,

Your eyes are blue,
bloodshot and tired,
You soul is something,
I have always admired,

If I could,
I would give you my breath,
So that with each inhale,
you life could then simply refresh,

Your hands are strong,
rough, and kind,
Your soul is something,
I could search for an eternity and not find,

If I could,
I would give you my blood,
So that with each drop that falls,
Your life then could simply be refilled by the flood,

Your mind is calm,
simple and confused,
Your soul is something,
that has left me eternally infused,

If I could,
I would give you my life,
So that forever after,
Your days then could simply be rife,

Your body is sore,
misused and unkempt,
Your soul is something,
that from the chains of humanity will be exempt,

All that I can give,
is all of my love,
In hopes that with each and every hug,
your soul may fly free like a dove,
I will love you forever,
and someday we shall be endlessly at ease up above.

The grapevines have never been so silent,
but it is not the oil, or changing climate.
To hear its word, you must now be beside it.

Their messages once sung loud, merrily with joy,
but now go unheard by most girl and boy.

The words that find a way to meet our ears,
have never been so full of hopelessness and fears.
The grapevines eyes swell with tears.

It seems the grapevine would no longer like to share,
for the words they are sharing have lost the love and care.
The abundant grapevine forest,
now but a desert bare.

After all of the rumors have come to cease,
the grapevines sleep tonight in peace.
Together waiting for sun of tomorrows dawn,
they pray for new coming souls to bestow whispers upon.
Holding on to hope that new messages will spawn,
and lead to beautiful pictures being drawn.

If one were to look through their very own eyes,
is what they are seeing a complete disguise?
Would they notice the trees, insects and skies?
or the make-up, screens, and lies?

If one has the power to look to the front, side, or behind,
that same person, could very well be blind.
Most do not notice the simplest acts of crime,
such as living ungrateful or wasting their precious time.
And if one does not create the happiness that they seek,
to that person the future will indefinitely seem bleak.

When one questions their reflection,
they may lose their pride,
but pride may easily wander, if not kept inside.
And if one forgets the very place on which they stand,
their life then shall be molded by a strangers hand.

Darkness falls upon thine skies, revealing secrets hidden behind your eyes.
Spreading and growing, you transform to new;
changes in the landscape where birds once flew.

The sun is gone, the wind now blows calm,
and undeterred by distractions, your children and I sit humble and strong.
Curiously wandering through the structures of stone,
you bestow your breath upon me;  I breathe it as my own.

Sharing and living each gift you bring,
together we listen close as the song birds softly sing.
With cold air coming, and the moon on the rise,
I now depart and leave thy truth where it lies,
in hopes that strangers may find it,
welcoming you warm, into their lives.