I'm tired.
I'm tired of hearing
words of acrimony
and disparagement.
I'm tired.

Peoples' lives
are at stake every
single day and I feel
we aren't doing enough.
Enough.
Enough with the unwillingness,
the idleness,
the dullness.

Get up.
Change the world
because you only have
so much time.
Others aren't acting,
so be the one to do.
Believe;
get rid of the skeptics.
Fight for your rights
and make sense
of the things
you could not once
understand.

Let bravery take you by the hand
This time and chase after it
Without hesitating.
Take the risk
And know that you can make
Change for the
Better.

Don't be the one to follow
the crowd or get trapped in the debris
of those who
did
not
try.

Act now.
Aid and love and cherish.
Appreciate the time given to you
and your loved ones.

Don't give up on love.
It's the one element
running through your veins
that's keeping that hole in your
heart covered.
It's taking away the emptiness.
It's keeping the world on its
feet but there is so much more
needed.

There are people without families,
food, or water.
People without hope,
faith, or will.

Who told you
that love was a waste?
Was it the one who
could not conquer it?
Because, after all,
love is man's toughest battle.

Love and care
And thought and feeling
Are the seed of
What can bloom.

Do.
Act.
Accomplish.
Never settle for less.
Because today
you are
the world's
greatest
hero.
Show us
what you can do.

Silence.
Button pushed.
Curtains drag.
Flash.
Lights are on.
Step.
Step.
Aphoristic audience.
Spotlight is on you.
Breathe.
Look up.
Breathe.
Heart pumps.
The music begins.
You don't even think.
You move.
Sway with the beats.
It seems they're already
entwined with your skin
the way you carry yourself
across that stage.
And here it comes;
the grand finale.
You end with your gentle arms
in the air and your head faced
to the right.
The music stops with a thump.
The crowd develops a gradual
but loud clap and cheer.
Rose petals gather at your feet.
Slowly but surely, the curtains
make their way back to center-stage;
taking all the attention it seems.
The spotlight fades black
and you're left with nothing
but a memory of what you
just experienced.
A memory and a dozen red roses.
Flash.

There was grass, I recall,
and music.
A lot of music.
Instruments and
wise words spinning
in thoughts held exclusively for the
chosen ones.
The only ones who knew his secrets.
They stood silently at the foot of a
grand, wooden door.
It creaked, and opened
with a slight push.
Inside, an overwhelming and
heavy heat caught your
body like a web.
The music turned to a sudden slow and
unfortunate tune.
And there were waves
swaying and crashing in
a wide, wide ocean.
The sadness, so fierce and unpleasant
seemed to break your heart.
The only thing was,
there was no reason.
No reason for his
dwelling pain.
His eyes were a journey.
I made them my journey.
And I have yet to discover
what else lies beneath
the sight of
his wandering eyes.

I don't want anything for Christmas,
as long as people show happiness,
that will be just fine with me,
as long as there is a present under every child's Christmas tree

I don't want any child to be left behind,
baby you never know what you might find,
my biggest wish might come true,
because what am I without you

I chose to look closer into him than most do

My discernment found worlds in him that most would not

I clung tightly to pages of mystery bound by him-ness

Grasping at tendrils of smoke and mirrors

Looking between our hands for a hidden universe.

And then

Quite suddenly

I saw him:

Just skin and words and memories

I’d simply been looking through

To find reflections of myself