How deftly the poisoned thoughts sink
Slipping unnoticed into the gurgling waters
On marching orders they infiltrate the moat
And trap the light bearers inside the castle walls
The war is an icy collapse of spirit
A frozen hunger trapped in isolation
The hero may turn out to be the enemy commander
When he realizes he has waged war on himself
The only suffering you do is through definition
On a deeper level you are merely having an experience
How it is colored is up to you
Which pencils have lost their tips?
And which tubes of paint remain sealed and unopened?
Now is the time to investigate the art box
And take a more refined look at the analytics
Of your habitual tendencies to oversaturate
Maybe a new technique is speaking your name
Quietly in the still hours of the night
Look upon the wall of framed portraits
And instead of trying to tell them apart
How about you tell them to welcome
That which invokes a brand new receptivity
To speak the valiant truth
You must not hide in the illusion
That your nobility extends beyond
Your own self serving purpose
There is an undervalued richness
In recognizing the terms of your honesty
And the stealthy ineptitude
In which you jump to betray yourself
What keeps you tethered to your mind
Is not that which has imagined control over you
But the invisible prospect
That you are your own captor
I love you so much
Achingly from deep within
But I am out of practice
And sometimes I fail to deliver the gift
I pretend that since it is the underlying truth
That the message is always conveyed
But now I recognize
That what you receive is mostly the junk on top
I’m sorry for every wasted chance
To be there for you
To hold you when you needed to be held
But instead withholding out of fear of it not being returned
I’m not asking for forgiveness
Or even reciprocation
All I ask is for the opportunity in this moment
To give you everything I got
Thank you
Ever get the feeling you didn’t ask to come here in the first place?
That you’d much rather be back “there” without all this turmoil
This constant suffering making you so fed up
Since this wasn’t your idea to begin with
So you want out
To escape
But maybe just maybe
You are needed here
And you are given the choice
If you want to accept that responsibility or not
So maybe its time to set the tantrum aside
And own up to your purpose
If you look on the bright side
You only have a short 60 more years
Before you’re back on the couch
A field full of daisies
Each petal touched with a kiss
The sun lingers with nostalgic fondness
And shines on only your soft lips
You glide gently towards nimble notions
Billowy eyes hiding sugary dreams
Tantalizing this steel resistance
Into loves cold tempestuous stream
At last how I am taken
By how beautifully you sing
Your voice ringing off lipstick petals
“let’s ride the heavens my one and too true king”
Every time you separate yourself from yourself
You create a new you in which to criticize the old
But when you unify and harmonize each ungainly attribute
Whether you like them or not
You create a single vantage point
It is from this lookout that you will see your reflection
Not in tattered broken fragments
But as the unique mess of kaleidoscopic colors
That becomes a priceless painting of the rarest form
with one determined twisting thrust
scatter the litter of your mind
across the recently swept floor
turn on the narrow focused spotlight
and shine it upon the noisiest thoughts
watch with eagle eyes where the shadows fall
and tiptoe gently through
the burning gaze of microscopic attention
towards the darkly illuminated treasures
there you will find the questions
to answers you thought you knew so well
Your body has become a barren backdrop
Against an otherwise pointless paradise
Engaged in a chivalrous estrangement
From a forgotten fertile fantasy
You yearn for utopic eruptions
Of magnanimous momentum
But hurdle headlessly
Into me
Let your laughter loose
And roar on the wind
Let it shake the leaves of stubborn trees
And tremble through unshakeable bones
Let it break the barriers
Of conversational divides
And sweep through the landscape
Of implacable thought
Let it raise alarm
To the ego on its climb
And rock the steady waters
Where uncertainty sleeps
Let your laughter be the vessel
Which carries your love
And tips the first domino
In a formation of waiting hearts
So you are being good today and playing by the rules
But who will give you sweet rewards now that you’re not in school
Who will pat you on the back and give you passing grades
When all that you have seemed to do is made it through the day
What incentives wait for you for trying to achieve
An image of a great success when you can't just simply be
Oh yes its calling out for you
To cradle you gently
And lick your wounds with a tender tongue
In sweetness this pulsating purr
Will drive you home and vibrate your heart
Into longing only for itself
It is life that summons you
That rings the dinner bell
Arousing your hunger to feast on bountiful blessings
Heed the call and lift your toes in gratitude
For you have been chosen
And with what great honor
Will you accept the responsibility of being alive?
You are not your sadness
Or the great division that separates
Your joy from pain
You are the ever-present space between
Yet you are everything
And not defined by your narrow perception
But by a prevailing universal truth
That operates not on meaning or understanding
Surrender, for you will never grasp it
So you can drop the pressure of seeking it out
But you can be it all the time if you so choose
And experience the depth of all that is
Relax and don’t think about it at all
It is already in your bones
What fun would it be
To run an obstacle course
With no obstacles?
To jump the hurdles
If they were all gone?
And so it is thus
That you curse and blame
The obstacles of your mind
And wish them away
For complete ease
And an effortless pathway
But then there is no chance of falling
And the joy of getting back up again
Blow blow on my bubble gum heart
Chewy gooey breath will you make it pop?
Gumdrops gumdrops on icky sticky me
Gather up the pieces and please repeat!
When push comes to shoving me backwards
You’re a colossal pendulum who can’t be swayed
And I’m a force to reckoned without
Together we are a feverless pitched circus tent of delicate delirium
A carnivorous carnivalé of thumb sucked eroticism
So here’s two for the road
And when meteorologists lie awake at nights dawning day
And silently pray for a storm of our magnitude
We’ll tilt our heads back and blow out the candles of our goodbye
Slam dunk basketball man
Grandslam baseball man
Slapshot scoring hockey man
Vroom vroom racecar man
Im a fan of all you mans
You’re my heroes you’re my gods
I want to grow up and be just like you
I want to be cheered by everyone
I want to make the winning shot
To make the impossible catch
I want to be carried off the field and drenched in Gatorade
I want to be so much bigger than I am
I will work real hard and practice all the time
I will make everyone so proud of me
Im a hero too
You just can’t see because I look so small
But when I grow up I will be a giant
And then everyone will see how great I am
-by brettsky
Perhaps you’d like to dance with me
Beneath the twinkling stars
A dance to celebrate ourselves
And everything we are
Perhaps you’d like to run with me
Around the meadows free
A chance to hear the wind’s advice
On exactly how to be
Perhaps you’d like to soar with me
Through sights and dreams unknown
A glance on how to plant the seeds
Of future selves to grow
And perhaps you’d like to be with me
Silent and still and here
And trust we have no place to go
But gently towards our fear
The swirling black tar
Of sleepless dreams
Leads me to you
My great midnight obsession
Steal me into the swollen trenches
Of misshaped harmony
Where forbidden trickery is revealed
Against a wash of pale blue eyes
The muse has all but sank
Into the drifting sands of time
Extending one last invitation
To remove our armor and embrace the beast
You are a walking poem
A warm laugh in the throes
Of deaths icy stare
A teacher unaware of the occupation
Or the swarming impact of your personal rebellion
Against a wasted moment
You embody the freedom
Found only in the courage of one who seeks authenticity
In every silent opportunity to love
You are the rabbit my friend
And the chase has just begun