Life Inc.

So many dreams

And heart’s desires

It’s hard to keep them straight.

 

I yearn for discipline

And strength

I miss the days

When mother sang

And father knew.

 

Those days are gone

Now there’s no one there

No person to say right from wrong

No teacher to hold your hand

 

Nobody knows

Hearts get so confused

And minds, they harden.

 

Between passion

And reason

There is little space for me.

 

I feel trapped

Living on a thin strip

Neither here nor there

Chasing seedlings of what could be

All the while not sowing

For the harvest

Not attending to what I have.

 

It is hard to find yourself.

The moment it seems you’ve done it

Things change.

 

In a world where there is

No right or wrong

Or best of all

It all feels bad.

 

I lack the confidence

In my steps

Am fooled by words

Images feel real

And I begin to sink

 

Down, down

Ever smaller

Lowly, discontent.

I am humbled.

 

We live in retrospect

Smarter about the past

But just as ignorant of the future

And irresponsible about today.

 

It seems we can’t prepare.

We look for leaders

New guides

To the frightening

The unknown.

 

But there are no real diviners

Fortune tellers

You can’t secure the future

There is no contract

You’re here at will.

The Road Home

When most we seek

It seems less doors are open.

Our illusion is crushed

And reality begins to focus.

 

Desperation takes a seat

Within our minds

As we frantically search

For an escape route.

 

The exit sign is missing

There is no way to get out.

Patience must be invited

To soothe our frightened soul.

 

It’s time to take a deep breath

And trust your inner guide.

One foot in front the other

It’s time to move ahead.

 

Slowly one door opens

And on the other side

There, it’s two.

 

One leads to another

Taking you to where

You are meant to be.

Fight For Your Right

Don’t give into the drama

Stay strong and persevere

Don’t let the problems hold you down

Or you’ll never go anywhere.

 

It’s an illusion

Meant to stop you

From being yourself.

 

Don’t let it.

Keep going.

Against convention

Against fear.

Against anger and frustration.

 

Fight for your dream.

Turn it to reality.

 

That’s all

There is to do.

Body and Soul

Slow and steady

Is the way life goes

It grows, flows

One day at a time.

 

No time machine

No invisible cloak

No secret potions

Or answers.

 

Hard work,

Persistence

With resistance.

 

Sturdy legs

Of belief to stand on

Carry you through the world

Where eyes of reflection

Give you insight.

 

Lungs breathe in the passion

And the love flows through

Your heart to your body

That protects you.

 

Hands create

Your vision

And ears hear

The sweet sound

Of living.

 

Let it

Seep into you.

Feed you.

Restore you.

Con-Form

The spirit

That lives inside this soul

Is taking form

 

From birth

I was confounded and constrained

Pushed and pulled—

Shaped by human hands to fit their mold.

Their hold, they hoped would not grow old

Not questioned or detected.

 

I will not please these faker makers

I will not fill their empty space.

 

I’m not a clone to be projected

From some other place and time.

I’m not a copy to be modeled

Before or after

 

I am myself

Endowed with freedom

Scope and laughter

Never bound

Never re-mastered

 

I roam the planes and soar the skies

I am myself

A child of God

 

People without vision fail to understand

They look me in the eyes and fear

The unbound, wild, natural power

That peeks out from deep inside.

 

“You can’t afford to live like this”

Is something people say,

“You must be real and down your zeal.”

To them I say, “I am con-form.”

Delusions of Power

Indeed the fear of God has left our country and with it the fear of repercussions. No longer can we say we live in a respectful, dignified, and civilized society. We are savages living in a dream world of delusions of grandeur. Like Lady Macbeth’s advice to her husband we have become the snake lying beneath the rose. There are few men among us, most are cowards hiding behind banners of law and posts of import. Fools do not reckon ancient wisdom and believe themselves clever mavericks of a new magic that has leeched the earth since the dawn of time. Despiséd parasites, sons of Cain, you have been marked and your punishment will come, not at the hand of your brethren but by the hand that made you. With knowledge and understanding comes responsibility and instead you choose to play God weighing this person’s life against that one’s, believing yourself exempt, not realizing your own part in the game. Millions suffer and foot your bills while you gorge yourself with your spoils, patting yourself on the back, congratulating your work. Humanity is measured like stock and you delight in overtaking your friend. Fortunately:

“God doth not need
   Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
   Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
   And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
   They also serve who only stand and wait.”
–John Milton