as a babe on mama's breast
a time to sleep, a time to rest
no worries there, no time of test
as she held us to her chest

then came a time to fall and balk
eventually we learned to walk
then, stuttering, a building block
eventually we learned to talk

eventually truth made us cry
soon we learned to question why
and we found out by and by
it's much easier to lie

we worked at it, there was a "trick"
and with each twist became more sick
our candles burned down to the wick
we built our walls up brick by brick

because of other people's stealth
and the need to accrue wealth
we protected pride and self
and put our conscience on the shelf

in this mire of greed and pride
we built our fortress tall and wide
our morals then began to slide
and then we're truly dead inside

around our castle dug a moat
alligators there to float
in its safety we could gloat
became more distant and remote

how could we let people in?
if we're locked safely within?
hoarding all with deathly grin
did we really truly win?

the time is right, the need is great
to build a bridge, ***** a gate!
soul starvation is your fate
and then, my friends, it is too late!

you are dying by degrees
you are starving, under siege!
Oh, what a tangled web we weave!
and within is where we freeze
time to get down on our knees

set an arch, light a fire
dance around the funeral pyre!
of your hatred and desire
yes, my friends, you can move higher!

let everybody see the light
as it breaks through dead of night
break free people! You must fight!
in the end you'll come to sight!

sing! Oh yes! make glorious sound!
let your bridge be solid ground!
you'll find if you look around
you were lost

but now you're found!


SoulSurvivor
written 11/7/2013
rewritten 12/26/2015
(C) all rights protected

To
the poets
among us
I
do
bequeath for
us
the lines
that
bring
us
elegant
truth.

Your soft voice is my cure
It expels out that fear
Your heart is so pure
It smothers that fire I can't bear.

Do we dare dream to fall?, to fly... to go crashing through the bedroom door
Where we tumble and roll and slowly lose all of our clothes
Lost under the sheets we ride shooting stars
Circle the sun in the blink of an eye
Catch a glimpse of eternity inbetween the beat of our hearts
Do we dare turn the page and find ourselves living a storybook life
Hopes and wishes blooming like flowers all night and all day
And when we read between the lines we find a love so perfect it's almost cliche
If we dare to sneak a glimpse and skip to the last page
Would it be a black and white classic of two aged hands holding a heart that still beats wildly and madly and impossibly in love
Dare we..