When real life is your sleep paralysis

You canʼt speak or breath

But poetry is the only emotion

That can make you sing

It is the song you hear, in your deafness

No longer fearing being reckless

Your loud voice in mute

When Truth is a hard pill to swallow

So I hope I find the words to pray poetries

So I can allow emotions to unravel

I write poems to time travel

That if I write poetry, I might forgive myself

I might inspire myself

That thereʼs a lot of color in life,

and I might remind myself

It is the painting you hang inside you

Life is the color

Life is the source

It allowed you to exist discovering its limitations

Then discovering poetry breaks those barriers

So thereʼs more to life

The bridge that only a few knows about

The garden, everywhere

Thereʼs more to my prayers

Like sweet aroma of incense

We send it up

(07 July 2016)

Oh 5:45 AM what have you done to me? Another sleepless, dreamless.....

Did I try hard enough, did I fight long enough, did I ask "why" loud enough

Am I enough.

Did I fail us? In the trial I lied and what on earth was I thinking....

I made sure we kept sinking....

You tied up your saddle and ran from the battle as soon as the fight looked rough

I tried to dismantle this torturous, grappling lust

It wasn't enough.

And come from the mantle, knees dark from the ground and dust

Look up and what I see is the ceiling, where's this light, they said "trust"

Stumble without a crutch

Careful to flee the terrible scene, we parted our merry way

One off to the stables and I'm off to label the things I have lost

See that I'm able, you could have cared a little...more

But my heart is nailed to the floor.

And half of the me she tearfully believed, learned my words were not enough

And half of the me I have left of me says "don't start giving up."

Maybe I need to learn when enough is enough.

Answering this question is a most thought provoking task.

Why is growth addictive?

Before I delve into answering this seemingly simple question I feel compelled to point out that growth isn't necessarily addictive so much as it is inevitable.

The one thing that connects all forms of life on this planet is growth.

Birth, Growth, Death. This is the cycle we along with every other single living being progress through.

So first I will answer this question with a question, is growth addictive, or is it merely inevitable?

Since it is my personal conclusion that growth is inevitable I can now answer the question prompted to me by A.

I believe that growth is addictive because of its inevitability. We are born into a world in which we should thrive and grow.

Is it not satisfying when we do the very thing we were made to do?

Take it step further, is it not a phenomenal feeling when you do what you were meant to do, and you do it well?

It is my opinion that growth is addictive because it is what all life is meant to do.

To grow is to live,

To stagnate is to die.