rewind
be kind, i haven't been
so
to others or myself
we are one
behind this teal
veil;
but rather,
i stay bottled up
in a grimed shell;
let's dance,
shall we?
to music unseen,
our hearts soaring
without wings,
but instead
riding upon
the air waves
of compassion
one day, i won't be
here anymore,--
the breath will have
subsided, and my body
given to the coast guard
for safe keeping;
what of my soul?
the mind struggles to
answer this ever-fleeting
riddle by complicating
matters worse: accumulate,
compete, and compare
meanwhile
the smiles, the frowns,
the lips aligned
in parallel design
play like an instrument
behind the curtain that is
the flesh
and what the flesh
desires, it desires
in droves
i hear my mother
in the background,
screaming something
about how i'll never
amount to anything
but she's long been
dead; and what remains
is a dear old friend
those faithful lines of
hers always keep me in check
they dot the i's
cross the t's
i handle all the rest
but let's
rewind, shall we?
be kind, what of that child
who never got much attention
or nourishment?
surely he's still around
here somewhere; waiting
in the shadows to be called
forth, with words such as:
'come out, my friend. no need
to be afraid; death will take us home
some day, but for now
we awake, we live
to love one another'
because I believe
we are birds of a feather.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
rewind
be kind, i haven't been
so
to others or myself
we are one
behind this teal
veil;
but rather,
i stay bottled up
in a grimed shell;
let's dance,
shall we?
to music unseen,
our hearts soaring
without wings,
but instead
riding upon
the air waves
of compassion
one day, i won't be
here anymore,--
the breath will have
subsided, and my body
given to the coast guard
for safe keeping;
what of my soul?
the mind struggles to
answer this ever-fleeting
riddle by complicating
matters worse: accumulate,
compete, and compare
meanwhile
the smiles, the frowns,
the lips aligned
in parallel design
play like an instrument
behind the curtain that is
the flesh
and what the flesh
desires, it desires
in droves
i hear my mother
in the background,
screaming something
about how i'll never
amount to anything
but she's long been
dead; and what remains
is a dear old friend
those faithful lines of
hers always keep me in check
they dot the i's
cross the t's
i handle all the rest
but let's
rewind, shall we?
be kind, what of that child
who never got much attention
or nourishment?
surely he's still around
here somewhere; waiting
in the shadows to be called
forth, with words such as:
'come out, my friend. no need
to be afraid; death will take us home
some day, but for now
we awake, we live
to love one another'
because I believe
we are birds of a feather.
