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

Nearing the End!

 Desolate in the backdrop

The forefront, the blacktop

The air makes one woozy

That last step a doozy

The Earth has been changing

The minds are mechanic

Like cogs, its unnerving

Lights out at midnight

Reading discouraged

Patience abhorred 

The rush, all important

Keep moving, keep grinding

Keep searching, dividing 

Peace is such an odd thing

Nature its offspring 

Lets phase out the high priests

Lets construct new morals 

Gods commandeered for disguises and portals

The guise is preloaded

The wise are not current

The eyes that see brightly 

Arent brought to the surface

The leafs lose thier posture

The children feel hungry

The pages are emptied

A turmoil is bubbling

Who will be chosen

What prayer can be uttered 

The ozone and ocean

The sisters and brothers

An image of darkness

Spans over my vision

A lyric of lightwork

A simple decision

Between evolution

Destruction, division 

I peer to the ending

Where evil is fading

There is a connection

Between space and silence

There is revolution

That overcomes violence

Don't bow to confusion

Instead grab the horns of it

Victory will come

To the tall and transformative

Wellspring

 Wellspring

How can I pour out this cup?

This porcelain pitcher,

To drain its contents seems impossible

Everytime I spill this container, it seems to refill itself

Everytime I share its holdings, they are multiplied

First, with a steady eye, realize what fills it

An inexhaustible source of water

A limitless stream of love

An unwavering current of what matters most

A wellspring found inside me

I cannot empty this cup

Nor express its entirety

No matter my will,

No matter my work,

My whims or words

All are thimbles bailing the ocean

Over an endless duration,

It will remain unemptied

Unphased, and intact

How can I empty this cup?

I find no way, and no choice

But to accept it will always be filled

I've surrendered to this truth

And in this have found great delight.

Tears

 Tears

I keep one tucked, under the eye

A splash of salt water, dreamt with a sigh

In a lucious plantation, such a clerical vibe

While I'm stating my case, underneath the blue sky

I think today took the cake, in letting them flow

Letting off letting go of what I've come to know

Such beauty benign, yet it comes with a tole

Sometimes these eyes of mine, tend to overflow

With the pain and the hurt of the sick and the weak

To the grain and the dirt of an Earthly upkeep

Dont know what I deserve, both tired and meek

Its been a hell of a year, a month and a week

But to settle my nerves, these emotions do creep

Like a dimly lit home on the front of the peak

I tear out a page, with a tear that will ripple

Both an ocean of light, and emotional cripple

It almost seems to let go, to a certain degree

Lets the whole of me know, it's okay just to breath

It's okay to not know, and to suffer disease

It's okay to shed tears, when the substance is deep

Love Bomb

I'm constructing an Atomic love bomb..

When it hits the Earth and breaks its capsule

The surface of the ground will become a tabernacle

Its a prerequisite to the rapture... Imma make it.

Just to see an end to the matrix

Just to feel a melody gracing, every set of lips

Just to see my lady in laces, and her set of hips

When it concaves on the gravel, believe me, it will be legit

I'm gonna create a powerful explosive

Pour my heart into the details of every component

And everyone the blasts touch, will be gifted a cool rush

Those who've been known to go-nuts, will take a stroll to get lunch

Not only for themselves, but for thier family and community

The tremulous and terrible, now helpers of society

The stone and golden sculptures that are known for notoriety

Seen with a true set of eyes lacking idolatry.

I'm gonna birth a grand explosive, hitting the populace

Lifting impositions of dread, gifting astonishment

Out with the old, in with the new, a true apocalypse

That might confuse a few, but the others will admire it

Kabaam, kabang, kaboom.. can you imagine the magnificence?

Of waking from the blast to find a day unique as fingerprints?

Looking at your hand, no longer taking it for granite

Released from the bouting with all misunderstanding

Perhaps this is why God's got me planning...

To build a device, that could inspire planting

Perhaps this is why all the commotion in my minds eye

Just so I could potentially refresh the whole human kind

I think it was todays resurrection,

Thats got me dreaming of a bomb,

that might fall from the heavens

Turning all the 6's to sevens, 12's to 11's

Accelerating our ascent to compleation

Returns Home

 I slipped through the cracks,

Like an ember that leaped from the fire
I overate, overslept, overstayed my welcome
Now between this rock and hard place, I rest

It can never be easy, and less so explained
The words filter from a meshed mind
Syllables, consonants, frequencies of thought
From a place that reason and cause fall short

Falling short like me..
Starting things and leaving them unfinished,
Expecting greatness from mediocrity
Never designing a world that I am content with.
Short lived, shortly enjoyed, quick to pass
These are the hours of my contentment.

Hush now...

A million candles dimmer in an expansive field
Where trouble ripens, and is reaped
Thier flickering flames, the light that will usher me home

Home...
To a place I have been a thousand times
A familar place that can never leave me
No matter how wayward or astray the path goes

Home...
It is here I will dance until my feet tire
Here, a smile will spread ear to ear
For remembrance has again graced me
An everlasting peace, a forgotten ecstasy
Also, a poignant reminder

We will have trouble in this world,
Yet this touble will be overcome.

We will have doubts and demons,
All which will be shed upon our return home

Here I Am

Falling into silent surrender, like fresh air reaching the lungs. 

Lying down looking at the stars, I am steadily refracted inside thier image.

I paused, fell, became flustered.

I drank, ran, gained upticks.

Still not understanding where the pieces fit.

Here I am, once again, knowing in my heart of hearts an internal compass sits.

Sifting like the sands from beaches noone has, or will, ever tread.

Dining at the table of princes, paupers, and prestigious folk.

It was here I ate until my hearts content 

I spoke in tongues that were once mute

Fufillment graced my known space, paving over the cracks of discord for awhile.

Here I am, yet again.

Holding onto nothing, but being held and embraced.

Here I am, knowing so little, but having knowledge of your grace.

The sky above, the Earth below, and the ethers beyond.

Here I am, alive once more.