One we are
When our story finds its way
through the labyrinth of
Endless puzzles
We put together
Just to lose our way
One we are and yet we are not

Same we are
Though different by the laws
We devise to protect
The broken mind
That once was soul
Same we are and yet we are not

Whole we are
And still divided into pieces
More than stars
the sky could ever hold
If you count them all
Whole we are and yet we are not

Think of it as a bad dream...

You're sleeping soundly
on a Greyhound bus

Suddenly you're awakened
by cold water
creeping up your shoes
inching over your ankles

You jump up
only now it's too late

The door of the bus
is locked
from the outside

The windows are stuck and
the glass can't be shattered
no matter how hard you pound

The water is no longer gradual
It is swift, rushing upward
enclosing your body
past your waist
up to your chest
covering your neck

In seconds
there will be no place
left to breathe
just the rapid snakelike swirl
of ***** water

You're left submerged
Your eyes sealed shut
Your hands gnarled
in a deathlike grip...
You're hopelessly caught
in the rising, surging
pull of water
moving out of a river
onto the city streets

When the seed
of envy grows
into a big tree,
the fruit is bitter,
and the tea
from the bark
stains your soul
and your poetry.