Thought's Beginning

Thought's Beginning

Switching on the brain
Sending the current
Through one's current
State of mind

Inviting inside
The external stimuli
Bending it to the whim
Found within

Taking control
Does not have to be
An illusion

In fact, this illusion
Is born of the fear
The fear the darkness has
Of your light

Your light born of concerted consciousness

Feeling Guilty for Feeling

Feeling Guilty for Feeling

I'm saying sorry
For the disrupted
For the disturbed
For the dystopic
Feelings flowing freely

Freely through my mind
Freely through my heart
Freely through my body
Freely through me
Every free inch of me

This feeling
Free to come and go
As if I choose
To let it in
And to let it leave

And that's where the guilt sets in
This feeling that you've chosen the poison
This feeling that you've made yourself the victim
This feeling that you don't deserve to feel this

Attention seeker!
Fraudulent faker!
Insensitive insincerity!
Disgustingly disingenuous!

Write your empty words
Sing your lies
And turn your fake frown
Upside down

Again, and again,
And again,
And again!
I'm sorry

I'm sorry for the feeling
I'm sorry for losing another battle to it
I'm sorry that it isn't getting better
That I'm not getting better

I'm sorry

Found in the Light of Courage

Found in the Light of Courage

There is nothing special
Without belief

Belief in what could be
Faith in what is
Courage to take what is
And reach out for what could be

Keep your faith
In your courage
As your outstretched hand
Vanishes in the darkness of the unknown

Believe in a strength
You have not yet tapped into
The new strength you'll need
To grab hold and pull yourself up
And through the darkness

Step into the unknown
And be the light that illuminates the darkness
Gaze out at what you've discovered
Gaze in to appreciate what you've become

Thank You Little One

Thank You Little One

When up with her hand
She reaches

When out with her voice
She calls

When from her eyes
Her tears fall

There I must be
There, in her heart,
I must keep

Keep patient
Keep calm
Keep strong

For her

For my little girl

Cleave

Cleave

My pen bounces off the page
Why?
Why must it bounce
When I wish to cleave
Into the flesh of the page
So that its blood may flow
Mixing with the streams
From my own veins
So that I might know
Why these words
Inhabit my mind

Reflection Redux

Reflection Redux

Upon the step
In my internal threshold
Stood an opportunity
Made of risk and uncertainty

An insurmountable oddity
That meant the difference
Between excellence
And complacency

At first
He is alien
Indescribable, really,
In his lack of uniformity

Then I realize
His hand is outstretched
From the other side of the mirror

My instinct is to shatter the glass
And make a new reflection
But with a deep breath
And clarifying moment of contemplation
I see that my path
Starts with a step
Through a mirror left intact

Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock

What does it mean
When the storm won't secede
From your mind, the thunderstorm
A noise so loud, and yet the norm

What does it mean
For the switch of scene
To be serene

The buzz of the busy bees
In the disconnected hive mind,
Connected only to a singular eternity

Eternity
Singularity
Inevitability

The only unending truth
In all of reality
Is that there is no eternity
If time should choose

To stop.