In another hour or two
I will elect to make a choice
That may leave me in ecstasy
Or mind-numbing misery
And I go to this choice in content freedom's slavery
I'm playing out the patterns that were set in skin
Here's the song, on repeat from within

I need to see where dragons be
Here's the maps, where's the me?
A deeper search for centricity
Swallowing itself into infinity.

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If you were in a cage, and you knew,
What would you choose to do?
It seems that maybe that's the key -
The only way to be free is to learn to play,
because even searching for the exit is just another way
To get caught up in the plot and grime and crust
An inevitability - maybe there's no way to be clean
And trying not to play is just the same old game
Biting our own hands doesn't make us any less tame
Because these are the colors we're meant to spark;
You can't steal the song from the throat of the lark
because it's meant to be sung and shared and put on display;
If my life is just a splash of color against the gray,
Well that's okay -
I don't need a time share on eternity to have a life well lived
All I have, I freely give.

You break me down like I am nothing
Nothing more than a piece of lent
Am I even that?  
I am undefined, habitually replaceable  
A mess of colors
Take me and bend me in two, I’ve always been used for others satisfaction
Use me up, swallow me whole
Knock me down, pin me, take what you wish
I am a set of tools to be used at your disposition
A heart ache so full it can reach the sun and does
The sun reaches out, those blazing arms engulf my being
And now
I am the sun
Hot- Rage
Passionate, volatile
The Sun; I-  
Casts shadows
And in those shadows hide fear, insecurities, unidentifiable trauma, anger, hostility, and the desire for definitive change

Perpetually displeased with the volcanic eruption of emotions, I turn to the orbiting moon and ask her:  
How do I learn to quiet the instinctive nature of burning rage of hurt held deep within my soul?

The moon takes her time to reply. I can only assume she is delving thoroughly into her thoughts, bringing the best answer possible to the surface. She says; fuel the rage with conviction, ideals and compassion. Learn to give freely of your love. Do not expect even gratitude in return. Invite change to come. Welcome pain, let it sit for a while and then politely ask it to leave. Do not shy away from fears, instead face them boldly. Ultimately realize that yes, you can cast shadows, but your light radiates above all. You are the center, so shine.

Straighten your mizzen and steady your oar
Set sail for the hub of your centermost core
Arrive at the middle
Unravel the riddle
Return to the One and debark on the shore

unless the Presence
reflects the world’s delight,
glad to surprise,
to take revenge on winter
in Sin’s disguise prepared
with monster green
and beauty to surprise
Me, the crocus, when
I choose to rise, and
me, the lark, joined
in every note by any word,
describe a skyfull of
neglected sheep and
of that slimy, frogful pond.
The season’s sound and fury
will not wait to slap
the perfect sting on
Planet Earth.

Our souls are tired..
No, we don'tt need more material comforts.
We need nature,
we need magic,
we need longing and passion,
we need freedom and truth,
we need stillness.
We don't need more material comforts.
We need to wake up and live.

Let me hear the song you've given me to sing
My mind forgets the pit in which I used to live
When all my songs were empty and minor toned
And in a room full of people I was still alone
Remember my soul, the torment at night
When the current of distractions flicked off with the light
And the flood of questions and gnawing regret tore me up inside
With a hunger for answers that I could not find
Remember my soul, stroll down memory lane
And recall how life used to only be
An effort to learn how to live with the pain
And numbness came and became a new monster
The silence screamed louder than the noise
And in the darkness I could not find a point.
Remember my soul, how could I forget the cage?
The prison cell the door never budged at all
I never felt home shackled between those four walls
Hopeless defeated from running against them in effort to escape
Recall my soul-
That's when I answered the call
It must have been in the background I'm sure-
Oh soul how long did you ignore
The sound I was making must have been too loud,
As I was punching the walls He knocked on the door
persistent He was
I guess I was too caught up in my own efforts to see
He didn't want to come in,
He was holding the key
He was there to rescue me
It wasn't until I stopped trying to save myself,
That I even saw he was there to help
A song to sing
Now I have too many to count
And my new minor songs sing of His suffering for me
Now know my soul,
In an empty room He is holding you
Embrace it my soul,
The sweet sleep at night
He is the truth, and He’s  set you free
It's not numbness His comfort brings
But in my pain I recall he died for me
Remember my soul, you no longer live in a cage
You are free to worship the one, the Author of your faith
And all my devotion He does deserve
Jesus Christ the savior of the whole earth.

Latch on to life if your ardor is able
Every last option remains on the table
The one became real
With the turn of a wheel
And someday will come when the truth becomes fable

there are days i long for
the allure of philosophy.
writing.
a less personal affair,
but only to a degree.

rather than what i do.

such responsibility, to hold
another's fragile mental
stability within the palm
of my hand!

i am no healer, i do not
offer cures. no. the
gravitation i hold
is simply an

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of everything
which shall always
be nothing more than
the reverberation of my soul.

i am not a poet.
my mother tongue is not
within clever word
play or meter.

i speak the words of the
effervescent
cosmic tapestry
within the singing
of the spheres.

there is a quiet history in
that celestial symphony,
an Edda of instrumental
humming all that
was and shall be.