Why do I choose to be locked inside this cell?
Why do I listen to the constant drive of frivolous insanity?
That falls upon my ears and gathers
Strangling the very life from my soul.

The clock on the wall keeps ticking
The day inching on…. to that minute
Where freedom is but seconds away.
Oh how I would love to be a master of time.

One last clink from the wall
The world falls silent
Freedom lights a flame under my feet
Carrying me home towards my solace.

We who all came from the same seed…

What would we do if we were all seen as family?

Would we kill our brothers, sisters, our friends?

For land or oil or money?

What if we just stopped for a moment

To consider our actions and their repercussions

A word can kill, a look can maim,

Who are we to kill so efficiently?

With one word you can crush a man

With one word you can set a person

Upon a path before unknown to them

Words are power and ignorant people

Should not wield them carelessly, if at all.

How do you say what can’t be said?

How do you show yourself as real?

When you spend so much time showing

Others divisions of your self as falsehoods.

How do you be what you know you should be?

And still throw the others off of what you are

It takes a lot to be false,

So much more energy.

When being your true self should come so easily.

Laughter,

From you or at you is your guise.

While the true self stays covered in shadows

Only moments in the sun when you slip on your path,

Grand scheme of misrepresentation.

Could I really ever just be me?

And who is that anyway.

Perhaps it would makes sense of what

I am now

So many years jumbled into today

I don’t remember why I first felt

The need to walk

Or to talk

I wished I did

Then it would all make sense

Why did I fail at addition

2+2 makes 4

I don’t get it

The whole sense of purpose

That spurs us through our days.

We procreate and live redundant moments upon moments

Calling it life

Why do we strive for that which we will never achieve

Perfection does not exist on our plane

Our leaders are flawed

They lead us into lies

Why do we forge against our very nature

When we kill a life we kill ourselves in some small part

Is the survival of the fittest relevant today.

Survival is what matters

The written word holds more power than a finger on the trigger

What lasts longer?  The memory of a death, or the thought of a life?

But then what is life and when does it begin

Are we of such stature that we can decide such things

When were we made God

And did anyone ask him face to face

What he thought of his creation, that is us?

What have we done that makes us better than we were

When we once donned clubs and grunted our syllables

Advancement upon advancement makes us little more than what we were,

we just have more toys to play with…

Wrapped in my own world of letters and phrases

The fearsome things in the dark can not hold me.

My words are my power, my defense,

I am me and my words are my strength.

The letters on the page; a part of my soul.

My spirit seeping out through the

instrument of the moment.

They are my beliefs, me in my truest form.

Others may believe the same things,

but the turn of my pen make mine unique.

The way the ink flows across the canvas

of my mind cumulating moments in life,

where written words are my only

voice.

Even the poorest among the people seem to afford cruelty for their fellow man.

Are we such petty beasts that none is free of our individual judgments?

As a people we should strive to be better than the station of our lives.

Who are we to demean those around us for flaws either real or imagined?

How dare we stand in our self-imposed perfection and lament

our disapproval over our brothers and sisters

scattered throughout the world.

When separated by vast water and land

we lend a helpful hand in the face of tragedy,

but when faced with the need next door we turn a blind eye.

When do we figure out that the statement

“Together we stand, divided we fall” holds more weight

than the breath used to issue such a statement?

When do we stand up and acknowledge that we,

who are separated by ideologies, vast waters, lands

and multitudes of languages, are essentially the same beings?

We bleed the same; we cry the same salty tears in the face of sorrow

and death.  When will we figure out that this is our world

and we must stand together as a whole without hate

based on schoolyard-like tussles and face the future as a world

and not a group of single nations?

It seems so simple when you write it down,

while in practice, unity is but a wisp that cannot hope

to tear down the surmounting structures that we,

as people, have barricaded ourselves

and the differences of our societies from one another.

It could and probably will be stated that such a stream of

thought is naive or simply ignorant, but it is possible that

the simple and naive are the truth

and the rest just lies that we tell ourselves to sleep at night.