Might your words have weight to them
so they would capture my soul's attention.
Speak the thought bright or grim
the dancing one on your tongue's tip.

If it is hard to say then said it must
for light fades and time does chase.
In yourself find a feel for trust
if you spoke it, it is your own.

The ghost of every kiss is still here
Dancing in the arch of my back
Dropping sweetly in every tear
Angels these spirits once were
Demons they are in current form
Ethier one should not be stirred
To serve a twisted reminder.

I guess its funny that I'm here
chest beating deep breathing
year after year after year

It's purpose they tell you
If you find yours then run
so good for you good for you

What about us?

Where is my calling?

Doomed to drift.

To seek.

What are we to do?

If I never become 'anything' am I purposeless?

Is my purpose to be purposeless?

If that is purpose am I purposeless still?

Therefore abandoning my purpose?

He would tell me I was good clay
Potential ready to be molded
And so he crafted me day by day
I was praised and I was scolded

I was his finest work of art
He had taken his valued time
This masterpiece had his heart
Never again I was one of his kind

So it hurt both so immensely
The maker learned to hate his hold
Threw to the side, he did to me
He'd find new clay soon to mold

Time has crawled along so slow
the chains holding me have rusted.
All is gone I'm free to go
but I'm standing here motionless.

The prison walls I learned to love
are all I want, they are all I know.
Move, dare not wing of dove
here I'll stay and here I'll die.

For I've forgotten life before
just across the small divide.
Freedom just, with no lure
will I find you again in time?

By my own deceived device
there I'd been completely trapped.
It had become my soul's own vice
to thrive in this familiar prison.

But still somehow I pushed the door
let myself out, in new breath.
The same world I'd seen before
was mine to rechart again.

Uninspired

Vines of unforgiving heights
climb up through my depths.
Leaves vocalize in delight
beneath my every movement.

Up and down my fingertips
sturdy roots intertwine.
Blooming on unexpectant lips
wild roses whisper tenderness.

Wind across the prairie wide
fill my lungs, rush my soul.
Sweet nector does not hide
from my heightened senses.

Water flows sweet and smooth
to cleanse my ever fiber.
I must dare nothing move
me from this sweet oasis.

Love as simple and as vast
wilderness as his is.
It be my wish of last
to stay entirely lost in.