old souls

I am made of every piece of my past.

Like my mind is a cumulus cloud of dust,

And my thoughts are being stirred

With each gust of change that rolls my way,

Whispering at me to cease each day.

Yet, I sit and anxiously tap my toes

Against the safe carpet-coated ground.

I’m sure I need danger, I must make my sound.

Hearing the rasp of independence call.

I’m ready to feel, ready to fall.

With confidence, humility, and trust,

I’m ready to bite the dust

To collect each particle as wisdom.

I’m ready to bite the dust.

With one man’s death, comes another’s rebirth.

It takes a few pains, just to find out loves worth.

And its taken all of my time,

And every patiently scribbled line,

Every seemingly useless rhyme,

To get to where I am.

The Cats and the Crows know just where to go.

They gather in the shade of a weeping willow.

The fish stuck in the sea,

They feel just like me,

With a mind that swims away.

Oh, where will it go today?

It could shoot up to the blue moon,

Gathering the sanity that’s held in the tomb

Of a cold and stable reality.

Well, I choose to change mentality. 

Like the Cats and the Crows,

I’ll wait in the shadows,

And count the days along,

Stirring my humanity into every song,

That brews in the steaming pot

Of a mind that savors every thought

And waits for realization. 

TO REFLECT

Writing poetry is not simply

A puzzle piece part of my life.

It is the sun in which

All of my experiences and conclusions

Revolve around. 

Music is what allows me

To let it shine upon others,

To provide them

With the warmth of humanity. 

We can grow mountains out of these molds. 

Industry straddles authority and the mass.

Breathing business,

Swallowing bussyness,

And closing the curtain with every pull of the rope. 

But, We can grow mountains out of these molds.

REVIVE REPUBLIC, REVIVE!

Don’t let the Snake of temptation

Or the Cockroach of the nation

Crawl into your minds. 

All it takes is a humble heart, 

An awareness of the powerful ego,

And a way to detach yourself from all the chaos.

Accept that a mind should not be wasted.

And friendship is sacred.

Let it ring inside your ears

As it blows away your fears.

Hold onto the beauty in your surroundings,

For redemption will soon be resounding,

And the passion of love will surely come hounding.

As you watch the timelessly fruitful blue moon,

Keep hope alive with an echoing SOON.

My thoughts are like the violent sea of night,

Throbbing and pounding upon the shameless shore.

There must be something more.

It could be far from my home,

But I shun and fear the unknown.

Drenched in self-doubt and foreseeing my fall.

Then something says it all, something says it all,

That you’ve got nothing to fear, darling,

As long as you coax the music right on outta your soul. 

My heart it stole, my heart it stole.

Don’t waste your still and lonesome days,

Striving to find meaning of what you’ve made.

It’s better to be thankful for each rising light,

And you’ll find your meaning when the time is right.

My thoughts are like the silent winter sky,

Glowing blue and golden like an open door.

Why would I look for anything more.