Open your handsAnd feel the weight You cancover detail But you cannot makewhat is empty full Evil is heavybut hollow Good is lightbut dense Good is sturdyAnd unbreakable Evil is fragileAnd weak Goodness frees your spiritIt grounds youAnd orders your container Evil frees your containerIt detaches youAnd imprisons your spirit Impulse is not truth’s messengerIts feet have left earthA body that has left its soul Nihilism is not truthIt doesn’t have the eyes for wonder…
Truth is love’s anchorLove is truth’s shield A sword and a shieldthat good must wield Hold love in your leftAnd truth in your right The good fights for their unionLove meeting truthIt’s the choice we are giventhe space of intention Draw lines in the sandLove knows noneLove is a bucket Fly too close to the sunAnd truth will burn youTruth is a flame A contained fireKept by the heartIs a fire of virtueEarned by its…
Too much hurt makes a man hideAnd hiding makes man lie He’s a dictatorOwned by nature An eagle back to his nestAches in his chest To win against nature Isn’t an easy fight Have courageBelieve in your chestIt’s your god given right Feel all of your hurt:But turn it into flight Let it coat your armor and sword in god’s given fight You must fight natureBut you have the will of god The evolution of man: Flying…
Autumn’s colorsAre her voices Pumpkins on the porchFires by the bedAnd foggy mornings Red bushes by the maple leavesBranches falling in the river Leaves churn As she spokeYellow stole them Such beauty with no immediate reasonBut its the face of the wheel of seasons I love autumnIts colors have strengthAnd its beauty has meaning It came from summer’s flameThe spring’s flowersAnd winter’s beatingsAutumn’s earned it The seasons are a cycleKnow autumn isn’t just beautifulShe’s a…
There’s evil in this world that I can’t understand. I hate that true good can lose to the lies of shape-shifting evil. That descent begins with neglecting your heart and its love. Love gives you wings; evil and its nihilism ties them down. Love never loses if you fight for it. Just make sure it really is love you are fighting for. Trust your senses and trust your mind. But also trust your heart and…
Corruption begins with a lie A lie that you need to controlTold to you by the deception of powerA river of love lies beneath I wish you would feel deeperPlease look aroundIt’d make you richer than coerced power ever could Control is used to contort your image You shape-shift for your self-interestIf you loved moreYou wouldn’t need to hide yourself It’s foolish to sell your moralityTo buy more than a richer you would need You think you…
Love is understoodEven when you can’t hold it all Words paint picturesRationality frames your explanations Your reasons are based in truthsThey are filtered by your limits and your choicesYour missing hues deceive youBe thankful Your deceptive certainty is how you can conceive at allIf you held the whole spectrumyour hands would break Be proud when your conceptions look layered in contradictionsYou were brave enough to bring in a perspective another you couldn’t carry Whether you…
Why need more? You breathe.If you don’t love life, love your lungs. You breathe so you see.You see so you desire. Why give conditions?It isn’t love if you must possess. We are gifted chances.Life and its beautiful branches. Desire because you are thankful.Demand because you are in debt—a fire burning with grace. When you forget, don’t hide from your guilt.You have lost your breath. Forgive your mistakes.You are a child under the tree.
Grip loosely when you scorn the immoral—your hand pulls you closer.Do not let them swallow you, they will burn your depths.Yet do not fear their touch; it is your own. In you live both. Truth-seeker, are you?Why do your eyes wander when you feel you’ve done enough?I see nothing in your hands.Seems rather you were searching for a place to sit: to earn your rest. Remember the hand that stabbed you, but do not hold…
The tidings of the election last year covered me in overwhelm. I saw a multitude of voices standing tall, pushing our individuality into shoved perceptions. I’d see friends press friends into molds—fluidity squeezed out. A glimpse of this terrifies me. I worry about what was brought to the surface, then what rose in our nature. Through this all, it seems truth grows with an inconceivable amount of layers. Seems our awareness often does not. The…