lay out your map to me
unfolded, unrolled, exposed

i'll climb your high mountains
all the bumps, the rise and fall

i'll swim thru your ocean
thru quiescent bodies of water
thru unrelenting waves

my fingers, they'd venture
thru lands, unsullied
and thru those, besmirched

and for so long I hid

                      my fingertips

                 stained by the ashes


           you hold them with yours, anyway.

To comprehend the idea of freedom,
Thrown around me in retort,
Goes along the path of reason,
The very thing that I was taught.

Unbeknownst to me this beginning,
Built up of loss and flames,
Brings me courage to carry on winning,
Lifes ever changing games.

I bring you chance of please and pardon,
A route not yet walked by,
Snakes slither round you in this garden,
But you do not flinch or cry.

From broken bones and desperate illusions,
To a place to rest and drink,
We open our minds to other conclusions,
The worlds bigger than we think.

I came upon the page and thought to write of who I am and who I was.
I thought it best to explain the things that people saw when they looked my way.
How I came to be what I see in my own reflection.
I gave benefit of doubt that they would or could then have some understanding. Perhaps naivety was my flaw?
The more I wrote the fewer looked.
Is it simply me or the openness that makes it so?
Is it what they see or the not wanting to really know?
Could it be that honesty is a frightening thing?
Am I better off to keep secrets and carry a facade?
Would then perhaps more be interested in who I am?
Would they then have the time to stop a while?
Or is it simply having seen they see no value?
And yet it is that I still need to fill the page...
and to hope someone will see me and stop a while.

I lay,
Soft head in soft pillow.
Floating.
Fabric against porcelain skin.
Heart spread wide open.
Floating.
Gentle stream filled with warmth,
The hush of one thousand voices
in my mind,
Silenced.
And even through the ceiling is dark,
I can feel the gentle warmth of the
Sun
above.

When you find
that we are lost
nobody owes concern
direction is guided
by open eyes
the reward
unfurled wings

Every life journey
Is a journey of love
Some love a special person
Some their family
Village,  country,
Nature, arts, culture
Science, knowledge
Inventions, ideology,
Religion,
God

Yet why?
these boxes
Special people, times, places
Let go
Expand

Let love arrive
Dance
In every smile
Glance
Breath
Open heart
Pure existence
Love eternal

Stuck in a moment
temporarily on hold
How long to forgo alone
Searching in haste through space
though the globe still spins
our world has slowed
No hairline cracks but open gaps
in broken moulds
A collective directive
or tall order from top to bottom
Who sets the tone
with answers unknown
Not the forgotten
So my friend
educate yourself and
be bold as you bend
To the weight of the world

I'm breaking like glass in my eyes.
Red painful barriers and flickering sight.
How much longer till my body will have dry bones?
Zombie walking, alien clown.
I'm still travelling.

I can't push myself through the pressure.
If I do, I will definetely break my eye.
So I stay up staring.
Maybe I will just float away.
I'll pray for it as I push my fist against my chest.
Gently touching the parts that are still intact.
Hoping it will be worth it.
Let's stay in this trance.

Let's walk
Let's float.
I will go on and find you.
And everything else will find me.
Cause it has to push deep inside.
Tear me open.