Ghost Story

Ghost Story 10/31/2012

How does it feel?
To listen to your breathing
Feeling the struggle
Over and over again.

And what do you think?
When you remember the past
All that you are
And all that you have done.

Does your throat constrict
And your chest tighten
When you consider tomorrow
And all that it means.

Did you think it was over
When I was bleeding out
Or was it after I was buried
Too deep to be found.

Deep down under the ground
Wrapped up in rug
Deep dark and wet
Cold and forgotten.

But you were not thinking of tomorrow
And how all the dead shall rise
To expose the secrets the guilty
And accuse the guilty.

Open up your eyes
And get out of bed
To see if you can see me
Before I slip into the shadows
And inside of your head.

If you look in the mirror
Then maybe you can see me
Just for an instant
A ghost in the reflection.

I have come
And I will live forever
Staring straight through
The windows of time.

The knife is in my back
But it no longer hurts
And my blood is on fire
Burning everything
I see.

Go ahead and lie
And go ahead and run
Because now I live forever
And drip vengeance from my lips.

I am stronger than I was
And I go wherever I want
Moving with my thoughts
Faster than light.

I live in a place
Like the dark side of the moon
In a land of ghosts
White and hungry.

We shall eat
And we shall destroy
Laughing and flying
Like comets in the air.

Blackout

A quick thought on 10/30/2012

I will make this quick
Because time is short
And life is dream
As we fool ourselves into thinking
That all of this is real.

You can see it now
Or you can learn it later
As real as it gets
And ringing in your ears.

It shouldn't take a beating
To know that it hurts
And it shouldn't take rejection
To know how to lose.

You can pretend all you want
But you can't change the truth
Staring you in the face
And hitting you on the head.

And there is no need to suffer
In order to appreciate humility
Even though you will
With blood on your face.

If you want to know
Who is right
And who is wrong
Then you had better see the signs
Unmistakeable
And undeniable.

The truly good
Would never use fear
And never resort to insult
Or childish desperation.

Beacause a man of intellect
Can afford to be humble
And a man of character
Is the best of all.

Slow to anger
And reluctant to blame
Taking on hardship
Without resentment
Or disdain.

Never taking credit
For what he hasn’t done
And never praising himself
Above others.

To be truly great
Is to give of yourself
Loving others
Without restriction
Or petty hatred.

To honor God
Above all
Without excuse
Or shame.

The greatest thing
That I've ever done
Was when I learned
How to endure
Even in pain
And even in loss.

Growing larger
In my humility
And becoming stronger
In rejection.

Life is not about me
And it was never was at all
Nothing but a puff of smoke
Dissolving in the air.

No one may remember my name
And that is fine by me
Because all glory is fleeting
But love is forever.

These words are better than me
And they shall stand
Long after I am gone
A gift of the spirit
Free for you
And free for me.

Spectre

Spectre 10/29/2012

They give us opiates
When what we need is freedom
And they give us a show
When what we need
Is courage.

Turn on the tube
And see what they are selling
Nothing but the lowest common denominator
Dumbed down to nothing.

We worship men
Who are ignorant and shallow
Idolizing cowards
And petty criminals.

Do nothing men
In a do nothing time
Flaunting their wealth
Soulless and dead.

And everything you see
Is nothing but a distraction
Just enough to amuse
And forget.

Go and tell the dead
That this is what is left
Nothing but memories
In a puff of smoke.

Celebrating the worst
While the best die
Crushed by the heavy silence
Of unacknowledged sin.

Look to the sky
And scream at the silence
Looking for the spectre
That will never come.

Down with the king
And all of his protectors
Smug, hateful,
And naked in the sun.

The last vision
Should be something better
Than dying alone
Abandoned by hope.

Strike a blow for liberty
Because all is worthless
Without freedom
A small and silent decision
To be felt and remembered.

Eleven Eleven

Eleven Eleven 10/26/2012

No two people are alike
And I am more different
Than anything they understand
And my thoughts are a mystery
Bound to the same physics
But dedicated to destroy.

And it is no accident
That I feel this way
An aberrant personality
On a collision course with time.

I am a child of the nuclear age
And a son of a deep black collider
Unexpected and unknown
As white as a ghost
And as deadly as poison.

I have not come to talk
And I have not written
Just to incite
But rather I am the fuse
To set it all off.

The world sucks out our blood
And gorges itself on death
Killing many
For sport and fun.

Men are pawns
To be manipulated
And sacrificed
Used when necessary
And then discarded.

And your character will not mean
A fucking thing
And neither does your heart
Especially if you are the hated
All alone and dead.

They can watch you struggle
And they can watch you die
Nothing but an inconvenience
Heroic and dead.

Intentionally forgetting your name
And covering up the truth
Anything to get their way
And rotting like a fish
From the head to the tail.

The world has turned over
Many times before
But not because of strength
But rather by surrender.

The good were never defeated
Not even once
But they surrendered out of pity
Kindness and exhaustion.

Weak people with weaker minds
Have stolen the truth
Drunk with unearned power
And rotten with pride.

But their time is short
Shorter than they think
And shorter than they know
As they rejoice over the good
Lying in the snow.

Their pride shall fall
And so shall their world
Burned away in an instant
And never to return.

Their hatred shall eat them up
And their lies shall condemn them
Caught in their own trap
And withering on the vine.

They laugh at the good
And they dance around in celebration
Dragging the good through the streets
Naked and defiled.

But they shall perish
Without a thought
And without a body
Burned to ashes
And blown all away.

I see them cavort
And I see them guffaw
But I know the truth
And I know why.

They have disdain
But no value
And they have pride
But no honor.

Let them mock
And let them smile
Because this world shall disappear
And all of them with it.

But no man that fights
Will ever die in vain
And even the defiled corpse
Shall rise to see the end.

Opening up their mouths
To speak out the truth
Condeming the guilty
And exonerating the good.

Lifting up their bloody arms
To point out the guilty
Staring down their murderers
With fire in their eyes.

I shall shout out the truth
And I shall be where I am needed
With nothing left to lose
And everything to gain.

Taking back what was lost
And reaping all of the treasure
More than enough
And overflowing.

The clock ticks away
And we mark off the calendar
Counting down to oblivion
Hour by hour.

Biting the bullet
And dodgeing the motars
Looking upwards through the smoke
To see the hand of God.

Iron Castle

Iron Castle 10/25/2012

Every day and every hour
We decide what to do
And we can either do the same
Or turn the other way.

We can do what we always did
And swallow the blue pill
Or we can wake up
And take it all back.

We can talk about the weather
Or we can talk about sports
Something useless and shallow
Just to pass the time.

Ignoring the smoke
And ignoring the flames
Always burning somewhere else
But always closer
Than before.

They have come for others
But we have looked the other way
As the herd gets thinner
And the stragglers get killed.

How many times
Must anyone wonder
When the truth is ever present
A few keystrokes away.

No longer can we say
That the truth is buried
And no longer can we rely
On the evening news.

They play their violins
As the world falls apart
Giving up and giving in
To the same old lies.

The decades have passed
But still we live in fear
Failing to act
And failing to speak.

But what will we say
And what will we do
When the numbers tilt the wheel
And they come for me and you.

If every man is different
Then let him protect his life
Carving out a future
For those he leaves behind.

But if he finds
That they will be the hated
Then he must rise up
And do what he can.

Putting out the fire
And taking out the trash
Holding down the castle
And resisting all barbarians.

Attrition

Attrition 10/24/2012

There is a war in our heads
And there is a war in our hearts
Killing you and killing me
Slowly but surely.

The same war of a attrition
Exploding in our synapses
Fought inch by bloody inch
Sapping all our strength
And sucking all our blood.

Living in the grip of our emotions
We lash out
At all the wrong times
Always dissatisfied
And horrified.

Some project their mistakes
To protect their pride
Instead of ever growing
Or learning.

Others retreat into themselves
And try to anesthetize the pain
Anyway they can
Whenever they can.

I tried them all
And carried them off a cliff
Falling for what seemed like forever
Until there was almost nothing
Left to lose.

And now I crawl upwards
Hand over hand
Up from the black
And it feels like forever
Since I last knew
Or dreamed.

Always searching for handholds
That never do exist
And wearing down my fingers
Until I can
Barely use my hands.

I tried to do it all
But the end is not up to me
Bigger than what I have
And bigger than what I want.

No matter how hard we fight
And no matter how hard we try
It’s not about me
And it’s not about you.

The fight goes on
And the truth shall stand
Even if we die
And even if we lose.

I can try and do
What is right
But no one man can fix
What so many have broken.

The end shall come
Both for me and for you
But there is no legacy
For the cowards in the drain.

It is never too late
Until it is
And even now
We can see eternity.

Finding the freedom to choose
Between life and death
And giving it our all
Heart, soul, and brain.

Fifty Decades

Fifty Decades 10/22/2012

He hatched his plan, In the night
Because he coveted the life of others
Plotting theft and plotting murder
Just to steal
What was never his.

Plunging a knife
Deep into my back
And tearing apart
My organs and flesh.

Stabbing again and again
As I look backwards
Mouth open in horror
And dying.

My blood has run out
And I have dropped away
Colder and grayer
Dead and forgotten.

They have mocked my memory
And they have stolen my treasure
Boasting of their conquest
From below and behind.

Taunting the dead
They have hid behind the living
Wagering against God
As they laugh and sing.

Erasing my love
And replacing my name
Manipulating every detail
To get what they want.

The days have passed
And I have waited in the ground
Buried under the ruins
Of all that I was.

The seasons change
And the wind blows
For what it seems like forever
Waiting for the change.

But now I can feel it
As the day draws near
That the day is coming
When the earth shall turn.

Here I am
And I am not afraid
Indomitable, defiant
Deliberate and determined.

Soon they will know the horror
The kind that does not end
Flesh from flesh
And Limb from limb.

When they see
They shall be struck with terror
Eyes bulging
And veins popping.

Gnashing their teeth together
They shall beg and plead
But it will be too late for words
And too late for sorry.

The reaping shall come
From all that we have lived
All that we are
And all that we have done.

And I shall fly free
Grazing the tops of trees
And rushing with the wind
More alive than ever
And a thousand times more.

All night long

All Night Long 10/19/2012

My heart is a frozen wasteland
Buried under miles of ice
Impenetrable and dark
Desolate and dead.

The ice age came suddenly
But it still took
A long time to die
Slowly killing cell after cell
As I slowly froze to death.

My blood is gone
Because I have poured it out
Letting it flow
All over the page.

I am a ghost
Who cares not for sentiment
Flying alone
High above the streets.

Climbing up into space
Where it is cold and dark
Millions of miles away
Between distant points of light.

Here you can see forever
And here you can understand the truth
Discerning secrets from lies
And greed from love.

I do not long for this world
For it is dead and dying
Rotten to the core
And oozing deceit.

The dead know the truth
About who, what, where, and when
But they remain silent
At least for now.

If they saw me now
They would turn and run
Because to see is to believe
And to face your sins
A horror.

Busting through the surface
The proof and the promise
A jagged white rock
Uncut by human hands.

Those who hated
And those who murder
Are dead in their tracks
But those who love
Shall feel my embrace
In every gust of wind.

The Black Crumbles

The Black Crumbles 10/19/2012

The angel of death
Hides in the shadows
Floating from doorway to doorway
Unseen and unheard.

Sneaking inside
Underneath the door
To nip at our feet
And circle our necks.

Sucking out our breath
While we sleep
And counting down the minutes
Until we wake up.

As sure as the clock ticks
Our chests rise and fall
Counting down to something
That we will never know.

The white butterflies
Flutter around our heads
Still glowing
And remembering.

You can almost hear their voices
And you can almost feel their thoughts
Those we have known
And those we have lost.

Waiting and waiting
For what seems like forever
Hidden until we sleep
When our thoughts can wander.

The secrets they knew
Become ours
And the reasons they lived
Become the reasons
We endure.

There is more to know
Than what we can prove
Forever beyond our grasp
But forever in our hopes.

The destroyer has taken our pride
But we never needed it at all
Nothing more than foolishness
And wasted time.

Now we are free
And now we fly
Laughing and screaming
Far, fast and high.

Deadfield

Deadfield 10/17/2012

Deadmalls and forgotten places
Can be found anywhere you go
And that is where
You will see the truth
Boarded up, abandoned
And slowly eaten by time.

Rusting factories sit idle
And all the workers stay at home
Living off of handouts
And any which way they can.

Over fed and over dependent
There is always someone else to blame
As they circle the streets
And set it all off
In a column of smoke and flames.

Who has wrought this blight?
And who has let it happen?
Standing by with their hands in their pockets
And letting everything go to hell.

The guilty and the innocent
Share a different kind of shame
One of hatred
And the other of fear.

But it’s not enough to be innocent
And it’s not enough to be silent
As everything crumbles
And weathers away.

Nothing lasts forever
And neither will we
So it’s as good a time as any
To think about the end.

Where should we start?
And what should we do?
With these heaping piles of rubble
And mad dogs in the street.

Many shrug their shoulders
And many curse the day
But what good is that
When time is running out
And there is no where to run.

Others got theirs
But now there is nothing left
As the animals snap and snarl
Over the scraps on the floor.

They can’t remember
What they never knew
And they cannot appreciate
The opportunities they have.

More accustomed to demands
And un contested rewards
We salivate on cue
Just like it is planned.

God help the good
Outnumbered and lost
Suddenly surrounded
Without anywhere to go.

But it will not be a miracle
When the good rout the fools
Because life will always end
Just like it always has.

There are things
That no one can measure
And there are truths
That no one can prove.

Bigger than death
And Larger than a lie
Growing in the background
So everyone can see.

But if they have not awakened soon
Then they shall reap the harvest
Swept away in an hour
And lost forever.




Dead Lovers 10/17/2012

In the end
We will be together
Like two luminous balls of light
Chasing each other across the sky
And shooting flames in the night.

Once we had it all
And now it is gone
Lost to time and error
And forgotten on the ground.

I was still a child in a man’s body
And I had a lot to learn
Not ready for the glory
That was all mine to lose.

I didn’t see the warnings
That I would lose her in the end
Just sleep walking through life
Unaware, deaf, and dumb.

I made her a hostage
To my own emotions
Tossing her all about
With whims and delusions.

I did not know
What I know now
That no man can ever forget
The gift and the price.

I never stopped loving her
And I guess I never will
Star crossed by circumstance
And the cruelty of impatience.

I will never be the same
And I will never be as safe
Feeling my way around
And struggling to love
All over again.

Time passes by
And with time
We learn our mistakes
Even if we can’t make it right
And don’t understand.

But this is a world
Both ruined and lost
Not conducive to love
Or humilty.

But in heaven
A higher love
Endures forever
And never fades or cracks.

For now, we can love
Wherever we are
Still growing and learning
Everything that lasts.

I shall hold her again
In a new and different way
With more love than I thought possible
Streaking across the heavens.

All this shall be ours
More than we ever lost
A higher love
Full, deep, and forever.

I can already feel it
and I am with her now
Because the spirit is strong
And God is great.

Big Bear

Big Bear 10/16/2012

If all the clocks stopped
What would we do?
The same as we always did
And rise with the sun.

And if all our engines stopped
How could we survive?
Without but banding together
Instead of apart.

I was born at the beginning
Of an inevitable end
In a generation of zeros
At the end of the line.

Flickering on and off
And waiting at the exits
Too late to enjoy the fruits
Or exploit the wealth.

The funds have run out
And all our tanks are dry
All of it used up
By the front of the line.

We sit and we sink
And no one will admit why
Dragged down by the weight
Of parasites on our back.

This is not a time for sentimentality
Or for emotional reactions
But rather a time to think
And prepare.

To be what we were meant to be
And to do what is right
No matter what happens
Or how it looks.

I hear the threats
And the I see the looks
Brewing in the streets
And burning in the brains.

They say a wise man
Is slow to anger
And regards others before himself
But if there is a time for everything
Now is a time for thought.

Watch where you go
And watch what you do
Heeding the eye
In the back of your head
And the hair
On the back of your neck.

Others may hate
And others may attack
But the defenders will win
If they carefully plan.

For we shall make our voices heard
And make the alarm bells sound
By staring down the threats
Determined, ready and willing.

I hold my hand
Steady on the wheel
Turning not
Because of how it looks
Or what I feel.

Moving straight ahead
Without doubt or hesitation
Finding true north
With all of my might.

We are alive for a reason
And we hold more than the future
In our hands
Because eternity
Is not cheap
And neither is truth.

I am the big bear
And they have seen me coming
Splitting in two along the street
As I pass through.

They don’t have a clue
And they don’t stand a chance
Outgunned, outsmarted
And on the run.

I am not holding back
And I am not pulling punches
But I stare dead ahead
And burn them straight through.

The clock has run down
And it is full of zeros
You can feel it
And you can sense it.

They can come at me
Or they can run away
But Lord will find them
When all of this is through.

The Howling

The Howling 10/12/2012

There are days
That make you want to scream
Just to break the silence
And prove you are alive.

The incredible silence of being
Alone inside your head
In a world full of doubt
And endless gray drizzle.

We live like dead fish
Silently floating
And washing up on the shore
With sightless eyes
Sinking in our skull.

We have received the greatest gift
Yet all we want is more
Crushing the spirits of others
With cynicism and derision.

We think we are an accident
But we imagine the divine
But what worth can anything have
Without eternity or redemption.

No matter how certain we are
And no matter what we say
The truth stands larger
And grinning in the dark.

Patiently waiting
For us to notice
Before he grips our throat
And squeezes our life.

Rude and petty
We have lived
And soon the hammer
Will come down
Unexpectly sudden
And perfect.

Outside there is a world
That doesn't care what we think
It lives and it kills
Without remorse
Or justification.

It has slept with the devil
And brought forth a crawling beast
Slithering up behind us
From the inside out.

But we who see the truth
Also have the promise
That evil although brutal
Is running out of options
And running out of time.

Spending its final days
In a furious anger
Lashing out at the innocent
In a bloody orgy of death.

Surface Tension

Surface Tension 10/11/2012

The tip of the iceberg
Sticks out of the water
But what lies beneath
Is huge jagged and deadly.

We know enough to imagine
But we understand only a little
Just enough to be dangerous
And demonic.

We hold ourselves up
As Gods but remain
As small as a grain of sand
Mindlessly tossed about
By the tide.

Just barely aware of eternity
We have awakened as if from sleep
Unable to focus
And comprehend.

A deep current connects us
And a red thread runs though our veins
Connecting us all together
Ancient and miraculous.

Not everyone shall know
And not everyone shall understand
The questions that remain unanswered
That we already know.

Somewhere deep inside
There rests what cannot be measured
And cannot be tested
A thin wisp of invisible matter
Larger than anything we see.

We see the horror
And we feel the pain
But good still survives
Under the surface
And beneath the waves.

But it shall not remain
Submerged forever
Nor shall our spirits remain
Imprisoned or constrained.

Wide Awake

Wide Awake 10/10/2012

I have bled enough to know
What it looks like
And I have bled enough to know
What it tastes like.

There is blood in the street
And blood in the water
More than enough to start
A feeding frenzy.

What does it take
For a man to awaken
And open up his eyes
To the truth.

But instead we hide in the boat
And think we are safe
Letting others tread water
And disappear one by one.

There is the war you see
And there is the one you don’t
And the war no one talks about
Is the worst by far.

Either you see
Or you don’t
And either you are awake
Or your eyes are closed.

No one is safe forever
No matter where they go
And where they live
Because all time is borrowed time
And it is passing fast.

No one can lie forever
And the truth shall always come out
No more than ever
For those who search
And those who ask.

I have been in the water
And I have seen the carnage
As the innocent are attacked
And chewed in half.

I have seen the result
And listened to the excuses
As others are blamed
And the predators excused.

Every man has a choice
And every man has a life
But for those who choose murder
Death shall come.

A harvest is coming
And a great feast shall be held
Filling every beast
Of water, air, and field.

But we do not fight alone
And in his name we are sanctified
Watered, fed and pruned
To redeem what was ours.

10:53

Ten minutes and fifty three seconds 10/5/2012

Ten minutes and fifty three seconds
The conversation
We ever had
On a Monday night in a hotel room
So long ago.

Life is long
But death lasts longer
And we are but a pin point on a line
That stretches on forever.

No matter how much will we have
We cannot make it bigger
And no matter how much we lie
Entropy always wins.

Everything dissolves
And everything decays
Breaking down
And falling apart.

Engines stop running
And the gears freeze in place
Drilled out and thrown away
Without words or tears.

I have done many things
But none will last longer than me
And I have tried with all my heart
But I have not moved an inch.

My love has gone wasted
Passing over almost unnoticed
Hidden inside of my heart
And running circles
In my brain.

My words have not been enough
And neither have been my actions
As I am nothing but an option
Interchangeable and disposable.

So what are we to think
And what are we to do
When everything we counted on
Is stolen and taken away.

Set adrift without supplies
And left to the doldrums
Without any hope
And humiliated every day.

That is the question
That I have contemplated
As I twisted in the wind
More dead than alive.

It took a long time
And I know it will never be easy
But love can never be
Something you have
But only something you give.

It may disappear
And never come back
Or it may remain dormant
For days, months or years.

But love is not something
That we give just to receive
And it cannot be something
We use to fill our soul.

Because nothing of this world lasts
Neither the good nor the bad
And there is no need for a thankyou
If we ever loved at all.

It isn’t about me
And it’s not about the words
But rather it is the wisdom of knowing
Even after it is too late.

To love anyway
And give freely
Without a promise
Or a plan.

Without reservation
Or pride
But in letting go
With all your might.

Watching the clock

Chronovision

10/4/2012

Some days just drag on forever
And we are grateful when they end
Wasting hour upon hour
Pursuing the most meaningless of tasks.

And you have to wonder
Why it even matters
When most of it is pointless
And all done for show.

I an effort to produce
We think ourselves in circles
Spinning our wheels
To stand out amongst the others.

Churning out ideas
That have all been used before
And making up examples
Slightly different than the last.

I kept odd bits of nostalgia
And business cards in my desk
Accumulating over time
Until they become too painful
And I had to throw them away.

We embellish our lives
And ignore our mistakes
Thinking we are in a movie
Where everything is cool
And means something to everyone else.

But reality is hard
And it grinds us to dust
Mangling our bodies
And crushing our spirits.

We can wear ourselves out
And never scratch the surface
Growing old in the process
Of becoming someone else.

As many have before
Many shall sleep in the dust
Without ever understanding
The deeper meanings.

Forever striving to be understood
But never understanding
Wasting away
Unknown and unexpressed.

Only God can know
The hidden heartbreak
And the greatest losses
Of gifts and treasure
Unused and unexplored.

But even the smallest of openings
Can lead to great opportunities
If only we could see
And grasp.

We are here
And now is as good a day as any
To share our gifts
And take a risk.

Alien Breed

A new breed 10/3/2012

Stuck through the middle
And pinned to a board
Paralyzed but living
And dead to the world.

Suspended in fluid
For everyone to see
An alien in a strange land
Alone and far from home.

Sectioned for analysis
And dissected for study
Nothing but a biohazard
With my lungs pulled out.

This is the feeling
Of a man in the world
As we travel through time
On a one dimensional sheet.

Never able to escape
Except in death
Praying for eternity
And diving in blind.

So much for this place
Carreening from one disaster
To another
And slowly spiraling downwards
With our wings on fire.

If you fit in
Then you are the problem
And if you believe the lies
Then you are lost.

The status quo
Has made us aliens
Outnumbered
And surrounded.

Strangers in our own land
And visitors in another culture
Mere spectators to a civilization
Wasted and rotten.

As for me
I no longer wonder
Because now that I know
Letting go is easy
And the end
Is welcome.

Outlier

American Confetti 10/2/2012

This is the zero point
And this is zero hour
As we take up our hands
And let go of the burdens.

For we have been burdened
And weighted down
With heavy loads of guilt
And hypocrisy.

Straining against the grain
And slowly trudging uphill
Against every kind of lie
And every kind of hate.

Once again
The news is the same
Worthless, changeless
Dead and done.

Nothing but worthless propaganda
Dropped from a plane
A false reality
Created in bubble
Where wrong is right
And right is wrong.

Protected and immune
They live off the fruit
Doing nothing
And producing nothing.

Famous for being famous
And less useful than a shovel
Always wading in shallow waters
With their heads in the mud.

Always searching for an angle
No matter how ridiculous it seems
To skew reality
Any which way they will.

Evil men laugh
At the foolishness of many
Gladly giving away
Their best defense
And their last dollar.

Obligated to a future
That will never come
Not for the innocent
And not for the good.

At zero point
All the past is blown away
Stripping away the waste
Until nothing remains.

But even in the end
There is always a beginning
Another chance to learn
And another chance to rise.

To birth an idea
Once again
True to our best instincts
And wiser for the loss.

Another chance is coming
When we can take destiny
In our hands
But not without risk
And not without a fight.

But far better it is
No matter what shall happen
When you stand for what is right
Even if it hurts
And even if you fail.


Outlier 10/2/2012

You have heard this before
And you will hear it again
The same words in a different order
From different people
All meaning
The same exact thing.

The more things change
The more they stay the same
As predictable as the sun,
The drizzle and the rain.

It’s as if I could have dreamed the day
Without having lived it
The same thing over and over
And over again.

That the humble are forgotten
And the honest rejected
Perhaps for different reasons
But always the same.

The powers that be
Shall always shall find a reason
To brush the truth under a rug
Preferring the path of least resistance
Just to get what they want.

We know by now
Not to take it to heart
Valuing our soul more
Than what man can give.

But still it hurts
And still it stings
The cruelty of man
Beyond our understanding.

I stand and I walk
And there is no need for more
No need for validation
Or false recognition.

I am as good as I ever was
Even when I hurt
And even when I lose
Never more noble
Than when I am forgotten
And unrecognized.

I still don’t know why
And I guess I never will
About what is wrong
And what is the cause.

What is it about me
That makes me different
A stranger in a strange land
And an alien in bowl.

I sit here and type the words
And even though I know better
It still hurts
And I guess it always will.

But I can either slink away and hide
Or I can remain in place
Being my best self
In spite of the wounds.

I can remain defiantly me
Painting with bold colors
Telling the truth
And loving with all my might.

I am my own man
And I belong to something higher
With nothing left to win
And nothing left to prove.

Passing through the world
And spreading far this spark
To be thy own self
One of a kind
And forever.