listen to your own advice
done ***** the time of thrice
3 fold law - remember, it's nice!
you get what you give
but not the chance to live
at least without the heavy burden
of past's regrets
lingering scent

it's curious to me that you made your bed
yet you refuse to lay in it, instead
exhaustion will claim your head
plead for you to sleep until it's up-fed
you'll have no choice, you'll crack
land on the floor, exhausted head with a smack!
and wonder 'why did I let myself slack?'

i hope you're blissfully ignorant of the remnants
in your bed, still sitting and waiting for your return
you promised you'd come back
for I've always said that
it's easier to sweep the ashes of your sweet despair
off the cold hard ground
than brush remains of former self
from the pillows of bitter resignation

forget making your own decisions
who does that anymore?
let the one who owns you

decide instead

take the pressure off your head
act numb and dumb as lead

oh ..it's not an act
guess your lack of tact
was just a matter of fact

why did you do it? i'll always wonder
thought you had it all
miscalculated blunder
yesterday she was regretting the future
for the wounds today she has no suture
what lesson holds true?
you did it to yourself, you
sat passively by without a word
just another cattle within the herd

you've lost yourself, you are alone
in your voice i feel the tone
until you sit, remember and reflect
your broken spirit will not be checked
your kindred soul will remain wrecked
and i'll just laugh and cry

sitting under a tree, slight breeze on skin
look out into the horizon, and see the world for what it is
beauty, balance, and brilliance
ignore the pervasive stare of society
think and feel for the first time

taste the dirt with your fingers
see the flavors with your ears
grasp the air tightly and just breath
remember what you came for

remember the balance
be open to a challenge
and seek to grow
learn to know
the perpetual flow
of wisdom does show

a place once filled
with magical thrill
has torn and spilled
leaving only cold chill

a thing once warm
devoured by a merciless swarm
drenched in oblivion's storm
and accepted as the norm

what more is left to take ?

take take take
give give give
the pattern of things
in life to live
the way it should be
yet it never quite ceases
often time just displeases
a flirt with the world, teases

if one should ever feel
like they were lacking
i would advise them to perhaps
sleep on it for a lifetime
and maybe by the end
they would wake up and find
that everything they never wanted
was nothing they ever needed

lacking stability
rocking, winding, slipping

distracting inability
missing the step beneath your foot

crawling now, just a bit further
before you reach the edge of the bed
only to realize you aren't even home

retract, revise, retrace
attempt to find that peaceful place
forget to remember
remembering to forget

once you awake
realize that you were never asleep

Are you bored with yourself?
Too much free time, it seems
Judgmental joker, you!
Thinking of your agonized dreams

Don't you wish that just one time
You had a pleasant thought
Really trying oh so hard
Break free of the web which you're caught

Insignificant details blur your view
Try to see the rest
Forget about what you think is best
And feel what others deem as true

In time you will grow up
Til then, go on and on and on
With your contradicting faceless qualm
And realize before the storm is calm
Probably a warning -
Quit before you end up mourning
The loss of yourself
Taken off a pedestal and put instead on a shelf