The mob took me when I was young
Though I knew nothing of my abduction,
I was gone before anyone knew.

They came in the middle of the day
As I sat comfortably in my own room,
Who I was disappeared and I vanished.

There were no fliers for my vanishing
No posts, no anxious television interviews
No searches or bloodhounds or roadblocks

I left willingly that day.
Taken from existence and consumed.
That was the day I learned of hate

As if a switch lit the bright blinding light
In my head it screamed in silence,
I’d chosen to go and along I went

I stepped out into the world
With a cold metal heart I gravitated
To its magnetic core

It was an easy decision at the time
To step into the void
Dark and always famished.

We are all consumed by the world
In one way or another we are kidnapped
And no one knows that we ever left

I lost my individuality that day
To a group and mindset
That was bent to hate without remorse

I sit in my room again
Now aware of the consuming rage
That can ensnare groups and people

The mob took me long ago
But I have since returned
More caring than before

More understanding that
We are not born with evil in are hearts
We are only deceived thru a terrible lie,
That hatred gives us power.

Within our hearts and souls
There is a tune that plays
Some hate what they hear
Some try to ignore it
Some would rather listen to others
Some are too embarrassed to listen at all

Within our hearts and souls
There is a melody that sings
Some let the world hear its beauty
Some hold it closely to nurture it
Some show it off to all who pass by
Some sing along without a care in the world

Within our hearts and souls
There is a symphony that wishes to play
Some hide it from this grey world
Some let it fill the air around them in color
Will you let your song be heard?
Or will you live your whole life silent?
Where no one has heard your
Heart and Soul
Sing.

Dreams provide a glimpse of who we are.
Within that pocket of reality,
In that dilation of time,
We are trapped with nobody,
But ourselves.
Where no one can judge us
Where no one can do us harm
Dreams are where we are truly free

Oppression is the mask worn by those who fear
By those who push authority onto the destitute and downtrodden
Squeezing its fist to the point that no life can survive

Oppression is a sword made of paper and rifles made of sand
It is the lies that are told to justify asphyxiating the defenseless
And it is born from the arrogance that no consequences will follow

It is the shovels and bulldozers used to bury the truth
The concrete poured to fill the holes and poison the water
Designed to drown out the cries for salvation

Oppression reflects those who wield it
And though the axe forgets
The tree shall always remember

"I shall not yield" she gasped aloud
As crimson streaks ran down her face
"Who then, shall avenge them now?"
"If I should fall in this place?"

Her opponent circled, draped in black
Who scoffed at her address
"Thy flame burns thinner with each attack."
"Come, let me put thy light to rest."

From one knee she rose, true and tall
To let all who witnessed attest
That no knight of Golden thrall
Would succumb as easily as the rest

The golden knight gripped her glaive
As her opponent lunged with hate
He roared "To the sun, you're but a slave."
Thrusting forth his twisted stave

And in that instant, the duel was set
Her weapon clean through his chest
"May the sun shine brightly on you yet."
"Now sleep in golden rest."

The swelling that starts
From behind your eyes
You've been hit by something
Touched

Sometimes it catches you off guard
Before the emotion metabolizes
Your vision gets blurry
A tear rolls down your cheek

Your nose runs and the waves keep coming
We cry when we have no words to speak
No actions to take
We cry and wail
Because all other options are gone

I hear so many say they have regrets
How they should have travelled more
Done something differently
Not done something
Did more
Less

I hear so many regret aspects of their lives
How willingly they would be to change them
For better
Or worse
Who really knows
Their regrets hold an irony however.

If not for the choices they made then
How could they be so sure
That the person positioned there
Regretful of their entire life,
Would be there now?
You are the person you build yourself to be.

I'm thankful for the person I am now
For there is no wrong choice in the end
The regret that fuels the illusion
Of what you could have been
Is a silly concept to entertain
I am who I am and I'd want it no other way.

This piece is a testament to that.

A true belief in an ideal
Means you are willing to betray it
To shed yourself of it
Or else become a pawn to it
Blinded by it
And in the end
Die by it
When in fact you never believed in it
To begin with
And how cruel is a fate
To die having never lived

The greatest sadness

one can bare

is to regret

as the clock

reaches zero.

It is not an enemy
A nemesis
Nor an opponent
A stranger
Nor bully
A tyrant
Brute
Nor thief

None of these
Can betray your trust

Yet,
A friend
A friend can betray you
And hurt you more than anything

What a peculiar phrase
To fall in love.
As if to lower oneself
To something
or trip
from unbalance.

To fall in love infers
That we plummet
Descend
and topple.

Yes, to fall in love
How peculiar
Indeed

If you enjoy doing it
And find solace in what you do
Don't ever think
It's a waste of time