Grasped Heart

 Grasped Heart 

It might just be too late,

Caught in a torrent that's pouring down lakes

We might have consumed more than it takes

Applied too much gas, and wore down the breaks 

So all attempts to stop it is futile

How can we rebirth if infertile?

Inching towards fate, at the pace of a turtle..

But what ever happened to destiny?

Was its pressure too great, and it ended arresting we?

When I'm gone will any attest for me?

The story continues like scenes from the bucket seat

We're venturing into intensity,

Sitting by streams that could liquefy dreams

Allowing their flow to pierce insanity's seams

To muddle the matter and all of its screams

Do we know when right actions to be taken?

Or leave it to those who have claimed to awaken,

Retreat from the throws, to the comforts of shading

Then read in the prose what abundance is waiting 

If only we stepped towards the light.

The depth of night ascends like 10 story tight ropes.

Forsook for our balance, so relying on talents

Seems the only way to progress 'cross this atlas

Well go on and proceed...

And heed the message before it forms a belief,

That safety equals satiety when crossing the street

Thought's thistles make one wanna moan 'bout disease,

The police, and the fruit ceased to blow in the breeze

Rest in peace...

While some piece together tranquil encounters

Others usher towards edges of privacy hedges,

Cutting down all relations they've fostered

Man oh man its like men are the monsters

Or simply consuming them straight out the can,

They say you are what you eat, and don't shit where you stand

But our flights been suspended, to hell with the plan

And the sayings and facts, when the future is damned

Like the weight on our backs, and our minds that may crack

If not shielded by what we just won't understand.

Be at ease... 

We may have fallen off track, 

A couple notes off of key

So its time to come back,

To the flow and the peace

To the strength and the speed,

Of a history repressed

To the skill and the score,

Of an upset with death 

That's the day we realize that the only regret,

Is the gift we left dormant inside of our chests 

Forgone and forgotten, concealed and suppressed

Detained and convicted, placed under arrest...

...yet Its never too late to remember

To die in a dream, and awake as an ember,

And burn with a fire that's as sweet as is tender

To dine at the table of an open hearts splendor,

And realize that "I" is my greatest contender 

Yes it's never too late..

To remember

Grasped Heart