I have so many words

     that no one has heard

So much to say that it

     gets in the way

A dark side, a light side,

     a sometimes too bright side

I have ideas and thoughts

     that I wish I could share

On a large scale basis,

     lay everything bare

I don't say it right

     when I start talking

But give me a keyboard

      and my fingers start walking

My mind is a treasury of information,              stories untold and inspiration

If I kept everything inside,

     all I could say I tried to hide

I'm afraid I'd simply up and explode

     because it would become

         too heavy a load

It isn't that I know so much,

     that I have the keys to life and such

I just get so filled with words

     that if I don't spill them

           and make myself heard

I feel like I would wither away

     or just become average

           and everyday

Being able to use the written word

     it's a gift not to use would be absurd

I lay my soul right out to read

     but it's something that I have to heed

If you know what I'm talking about

     then you have it to,

             of that there's no doubt.

The wind

Sharpens her knife

To an icy tip

She cuts,

Slashes up the sky

Making it bleed

Ripe reds and blazing oranges

The pale clouds are soaked

From the fresh wound

They can not stop the bleeding

The sky grows cold

Her lips turn purple

Then black

And she is still

The universe mourns

Candles litter the sky

And the wind cackles her frosty delight

She does not miss the warm kiss of the sky

Which heal her freezing stabs

But no matter how sharp her sword,

How fine the blade

She cannot kill

The birth of another day

And so her war goes on

So go ahead, cut me as deep as you can,

while you hide your own scars.

Baptizing yourself in my blood,

Claiming to be a victim by the stains

that it left.

I'll pay the heaviest price,

If Karma even exists there will be a heavy Penance. While you think your cashing in, you're reserving me your soul.

My calloused hands did the work,

blistered, raw, and bear.

I have nothing left to take, none of you go elsewhere.

Strip my carcass leaving nothing but my bones.

I'll lay here and take that fate that you could never own.

Corruption, ill intent, malice are the only seeds you've ever sown.

No mask was ever made that could hide those things for long.

Inevitably, You'll awaken,

surrounded by your wreckage.

Father Time had been no stranger.

A mirror you were shown,

The reflection staring back

Was all the wicked you had done.

Time paid you a visit,

the years came to collect;

While weary on your death bed,

all the tears had paid your debt.

If we never meet again,

remember - 

we met.

And in that meeting,

we changed.

Each of us added to the mosaic of the other's life

a tile,

or a stone,

or a small glittering something.

Perhaps,

we gave assurance,

or lent strength,

or inspired joy.

Maybe,

the worn red converse you let me borrow

were actually the golden Talaria,

carrying me swiftly toward my best tomorrow.

In a febrile haze,

you once called me 

Artemis, 

mistaking the moon's glow

for a halo,

believing that I would,

could,

protect you.

I promise I tried.

If I have not succeeded,

then I pray

I have at least helped you

transform the broken little

used-to-be's

into a work of art

as beautiful,

and competeless,

and authentic

as your soul.

I know you have made me an artist.

Did I return the favor? 

The human mind-

The worlds greatest paradox.

It contains simultaneously

Joy at a wedding,

But sadness as the spouse

Walks away, to leave the home

Of their ancestors forever.

At the birth of a child

We feel terror at the prospect of

Becoming parents, yet

Unbelievable ecstasy

At the new life now

Crying to the world.

How can one person

Experience such contradictory

Emotions?

A mound of tissue smaller than

A loaf of bread

Can contain a million

Thoughts, a million different

Facets of human emotion,

That pull us in a galaxy of

Directions, and it seems

As if we will be torn to shreds,

But still we manage to hold

It all together.

How do we do it?

Is this supposed to be a club or a safe haven for me?

I'm weary from all of my transgressions; all I long for is to see.

But all I see are these wolves beneath sheep skin

Trying to glorify their selfish hearts under deceitful grins.

In their eyes my soul is nothing to dust

For I am willing to acknowledge my shameful heart as it rusts.

Elitism and hypocrisy, oh my heart aches,

For I once walked in those shoes until I witnessed my reality break.

Is this what heaven will look like? I pray not,

For I would rather be damned alone then let a dim light shine on rot.

Am I the only broken soul here that can bleed?

Or to fault and imperfection do the followers refuse to heed?

Woe to the man who looks for roses without thorns

For even the self-proclaimed angels can bear horns.

I can't do this alone for I am depraved.

Only in my humiliation can grace be truly paved.

-D.S.

Tall. Black.

Blue.

The sides of somebody coming.

Somebody.

Some. Body.

Ocean sounds

down

on the sand

inside of my head.

Yellow. Red.

Fluffy white.

Soft heat on the bottom

of my toes.

Chair

right now

accompanied

by the computer

dialogue.

Rain pours outside.

I hear.

Wonder.

Why.

We wronged ourselves,

concerned with who's right.

We denied ourselves,

acted in spite.

We guarded ourselves,

concealing our light.

We found ourselves,

never insight.

We passed ourselves,

misplaced in the night.

We painted ourselves,

using just white.