Purple Passion

Purple Passion  9/23/2013

You can get sick

Or you can get better

But it’s better to be alive

Than it is to be safe. 

There is no safety

If you run

Or if you hide

But only those who stand

Shall see what it means.

Everyone is waving their hands

So that we will be distracted and dumb

While the knife slips in and out

And back in again. 

While we argue about semantics

And imaginary rights

Freedom is assaulted

And left bleeding in the rain. 

Without true freedom

Life is worthless

As we become living mummies

Rigid, dried out, and dead.

Some may call you crazy

And others may call you a hater

But beware the foolish

Who are what they accuse.

We can do almost anything

If only we believed

And if only we tried

Unafraid and alive

Wild, fearless and free.

Even in loss

There is possibility

And although doors may shut

There will always remain

One that is open. 

Just because we cannot see it

Does not mean

That its not there

And just because we cannot weigh it

Does not mean

That it is trash.

How many lives have been wasted?

Because they were ridiculed

As they allowed others

To limit their dreams.

I am pulling for you

And it is you

Who keeps me going

Even though I do not know

The day will come

When all is known. 

Everything we love

And everything we lost

Is still here

Waiting for us to discover

All that we

Can become. 

Let go of the heartache

And release all the shame

Letting yourself be

And know

All is well.

We shall yet feast together

And drink the finest wine

The kind we have longed for

But have never
Yet tasted.