Golden Cobblestones

The path of the dauntless leads through golden cobblestones. Fate further etched by each forward step. Freedoms denied and time left behind. Only the dauntless dare make such a sacrifice.

All for what? Fame and Glory? Immortalized throughout history? No.

It is all done for the love of the one that paved with golden cobblestones.

Get Back Up

I’m here again.

The place that makes me thirst for death again.

A hunger for silence that can’t be fed.

Electric knives in my mind,

Explosive pins behind my eyes,

A gunshot to the chest.

All I crave is rest;

And yet, I refuse death

Laugh off the pain in my brain

See beneath the sea

and learn to breath with a hole in my chest.

I’ve past another test

The Actor

Lost in a role played for others

Neglect befalls the Inner Other

I’ve played this part for so damn long

That if I try something new

I’m simply told, “that isn’t you.”

But the play has got to change

What I am is for me to say!

If I’m an Actor, then let me test my range

I’ve played the coward, now let me be brave

I’ve been so weak, Tomorrow I’m lifting weights

I’ve been so petty, now I’ll try humility

So don’t tell me what I am,

I’m the actor and this is my play.

Clap or boo, I’m no longer doing this for you.

This is for us up on stage.

Beat Them at Their Best

I’m breaking the rules and I do so at my own behest. A rebel under moonlight, I strike, unlike the saints that hide beneath the greater light. I face my demons when they’re their strongest. When temptation is at its highest. To beat them then, means I’m the strongest.

Remember A Day Like Today

I’m just short of the mountain’s peak, and yet I hope to fall. The finish line is right in front of me, but my feet have turned to lead. I’ve started the job of my dreams, and now I just want to quit.

Why can’t I be happy when things are going well for me? I remember the agony, all the tears and prayers. Now they’ve been answered, and the tree will soon come to bear. And yet, I want to set it ablaze, and succumb to the flames.

Why do I reject all these gifts I’ve been given?

I think I understand: it’s because it all feels unearned. But, no gift is ever earned. No gift can be deserved. If it was, then it would be a trade, or a simple exchange. Gifts should be accepted graciously, as though given by The King.

Sweet Dream

My head breaks away

Hidden somewhere

Lost in space

Incessant thoughts

Washed away

I can fly

If I just cut the dead weight

All my worries seem so far away

I’m not sure what I’ve done

To deserve this peace of mind

A day free from a chronic disease

try to remember this state of mind

The ease with which I breath

Then I remember, I awoke from a dying dream

Tis the Season

It’s one of those days I’ll carry forever. The right mix of joy, satisfaction, and anticipation. My eyes see more colors in the light. Song trail like chills and continue all through the night.

It’s a feast, a party, a time to feel alive. I’ve washed away my negativity, just for this night. A day of guiltless pleasure, I welcome it with ineffable delight.