Wake up.

Wake up.

 

Wake up.

To a world that is

crumbling all around

us

in untruths

and manipulation

in the name

of

power

and greed

and fame.

 

Wake up.

To an earth that

is crying out

in

injustice

to the hurt

that it

ensures

everywhere

and in

everyplace.

 

Wake up.

To the hate and divisions

that exist

because of

deeply-rooted

beliefs

that fester

under the wounds

left

scabbed over.

 

Wake up.

To what is beautiful

all around

that goes

unnoticed as we

silently walk by

in our hurried

rush.

 

Wake up.

To the ancient call

that we fail to hear

that

cries out from

deep inside

of a well

that reaches

all the

way to the soul.

 

Wake up.

We are hurting.

 

Wake up.

We are harming.

 

Wake up.

We are dying.

 

Wake up.

It is my deepest hope

It is my deepest hope…

that someday, peace will reign

and violence will

no longer exist

in a world

divide by theology and

ideology.

 

It is my deepest hope…

that an earth full of calamity

will revolve

around a loving

sun

and a

caring moon.

 

It is my deepest hope…

that all those in pain

will see the light

of the bright sunshine

on a

long summer

day

rather than

the darkness

of a pale

cold

moon

on a bitter

winters night.

 

It is my deepest hope…

that once there

was fear

there is now courage

for all those

who cannot find the

words

and the

voice

to speak their

truth.

 

It is my deepest hope…

that one day too

I will find my own

in the dark forest

of which

I have inhabited

in the recesses

of a captive

mind

on a vast planet

in an infinite

cosmos

breathing

one breath

at a time.

 

I return to the deepest of sources

I return to the deepest of sources

when my soul

cries out in remorse

for all that it longs

for

but cannot

find.

 

I return to the deepest of sources

when my pain

has taken a

hold

and embolized

me in fear

leaving me

captive.

 

I return to the deepest of sources

when the anger

can no

longer remain

inside

without

poisoning my

veins.

 

I return to the deepest of sources

when I cannot

cry

any more

tears

of grief

and

sadness

like a river

run

dry.

 

I return to the deepest of sources

when the love I thought

I had

is now

gone

and

in its

place

only rests

nothing.

 

I return to the deepest of sources

to find

you

silently waiting,

silently watching,

silently wanting.

 

 

No more.

No more

do I worry about what you think.

I know that what I think is

more powerful

than what

you say.

 

No more

do I let you use words against me.

For I know that

those words

are meaningless

from the mouth

from which them come

 

No more

do I believe what you say about me.

For what you say about me

is just

your projection

of you

onto me.

 

No more

do I let you touch me.

For when you touched me

it

was full of fury and venom

and

represented

years of

hate

far beyond my lifetime.

 

No more.

No more.

No more.

 

The illusion

of my own

wrongdoing

was cast upon me

like a net

that I take

no more.

 

Inspired by this song…

I wish myself into the future

I wish myself into the future

but then yet

I would have missed the cool

late summer air on my

skin.

 

I wish myself into the future

but then yet

I would have missed her

beautiful smile

and laugh

as she

sat with me.

 

I wish myself into the future

but then yet

I would have missed

the world go by

as I sat

staring silently

into space.

 

I wish myself into the future

but then yet

I would have missed

the bright sunshine caressing

my skin

on a glorious late

August day.

 

I wish myself into the future

but then yet

I would have missed

the couple

walking hand in hand in the

park.

 

I wish myself into the future

but then yet

I would have missed

the early morning sunshine

wake me from

my

sleep.

 

I wish myself in the future

but then yet

I would have missed

the dusk

as it settled in

to close yet

another day.

 

I wish myself into the future

only to forget

the true gifts

exist in the present.

 

Before I die

Before I die, I

want to live

finally

like I lived before

it all.

 

Before I die,

I want to forget about

all the hurt

and sorrow and sadness

and every ounce

of pain

that robbed my soul.

 

Before I die,

I want to be released

from the prison

in which I have

kept myself lonely

and captive in.

 

Before I die,

I want to love

like I loved

just that once

for all eternity

until I cannot love

anymore.

 

Before I die,

I want to remember

all that was

good in the midst

of all that was

so very, very

bad

and all that was

bad

in the midst

of all that was

so very, very good.

 

Before I die,

I want to live

once more

like I lived

before I died.

I feel my own weight

I feel my own weight.

Pressing down on me

holding me in place

to this spot

where I sit and wait.

 

I feel my own weight.

For the first time

like I have never felt it before

sinking me further and further down.

 

I feel my own weight.

Wanting to reach out

and touch you

like I have never touched you before

as you gently hold out your hand.

 

I feel my own weight.

Washing over me

as I see you

and watch you

as you stand near me

like waves coming into the shore.

 

I feel my own weight.

As I have never felt it before

sitting in the silence

feeling your absence

as I have always felt it since

like the first time

since I felt it the last time.

 

I feel my own weight.

I feel my own weight.

I feel my own weight.

 

Where are you?

Where did you go?

Have you left me?

Yet, again?

 

I feel my own weight.