Greater trusting
With more heart
Lesser leaning
On your own smarts
More recognition
At each intersection
That you can rely
On the map maker's direction

I have never been able
to tell you my left from right
I use a scar as a marker
to help me remember
when you say "turn right"

Which made it ever more
difficult when trying to decide
Should I have left?
Or are we right for one another?

I can't see the scars
on my heart
to give me a direction
I know they are there
*but which way
do I turn

The direction you have looked at
all your life.
Looking for the lost.
Searching for the reasons.
Waiting for your life.
Look opposite that direction.
You will find a kind heart.
It won’t be what you want or need.
But it will be enough
to live your life.
Enough to make you
never want to look back.

Motivation is what carries us forward in life,
and sometimes our motivation will hit a road bump
and we'll be stranded without direction for a while
until our minds flip back to a reality where forward
is the only direction left to take.

At first there's reason to be wary
"Stepping out"...it can be scary.
So much of me feels left behind,
but is it really changing who I am?  

Just a thought, just one reflection,
yielding the courage to change directions.
A moment at last, to understand the soul,
guided and not cursed, by the man above.

The truth of the matter is I never changed course,
but a life that's not lived, that's a worthy remorse.
Yes, so much of me I've left behind,
for its already played part in who I am.

I make a promise to myself
To avoid the past and think of tomorrow,
In the dusk the world is a bitter reddish hue,
Under this happy sky with people dying in war,
It's just what we need to make certain that
We will "make it through," with "endless" life,
But there is really no other way I'm told.
You who deface nature for yourselves alone,
Trash the earth we were given that keeps us alive,
Even then you eat off of plates of gold.
We are your fools who sit in the library,
Reading some important history about
"Non-essential" needs of love and
The glory of the way of tribes past.
Whatever I am saying-even this moment
I'm being laughed at far and wide.
I'm wrong! I'm stupid. Go ahead, say it.
We're going the right direction, leave no stone
Un-turned, let no animal in the woods hide!
You will still show me "perfection" in destruction
And death once I let you get inside my head,
If we are the future, it's already dead...

north
find me where I'm most alone
before my fleeting feelings
turn to stone

east
don't let me turn the other way
if you ever think I'm slipping
hold my gaze and make me stay

west*
hold the coffee to my nose
the warmth smells like home
and keeps me close

south
don't you ever say you're sorry
for taking care of me
for helping to melt away
the ice I was meant to be

*be my compass
guide me for our sake
for you're already the direction
I want my life to take

Lessons that’d keep coming throw me against rocks and stars
Vacuum the space of stories I cherished
the bibliography of another misunderstood wanderer

Fresh is today, yet dusty is mind’s wraparound
Begging the soul to hold on to the noose
to paint the portrait with wounds’ blood

Dissonance thrives
Yet roots are growing

Flurried, awaiting the washaway
from someone lovingly reaching out, understanding, acknowledging
giving nothing more but a smile of compassion

The dance awaits
for dissolution of sown death

No future will come for the waiting ones

I’ll sculpt all within and without that I can
I’ll keep on refusing to stop at the mask
I’ll strengthen what needs to become stronger
and tear down all which was never meant to be

In the end there’s only one direction