Differences

That voice on my brow which carries me through

Stretches along my anachronistic mind

Breaches through the softest cries

and changes what was blue

 

Family and friends, they cannot carry–

This weakness found within

But experience grins when the veil becomes thin

and all the world is merry

 

Open to the Air

She sat upon a window sill, feet splayed to the air

Untying knots that bounded free, floating here and there

She slipped one, crossed another, picking at life’s spots

But then she fell, twisted with a yell, and cursed her casted lot

otherhood

I speak for the naked, the shivering, the clothed in steel

They know not what they feel

They only react, unsurprised at these foundations, these

choices they’re forced to make within strange nations

 

The required strikes, placing us in unknown situations

There is no preparation for this, no safe sensation

Times a bastard, calling on an unready body

Speak your piece and try to act like somebody

 

Movement from the corner of my eye, another

other arrives

Make a new notation of this frustration

Try to release your temptation

 

Hard to breathe, strangers make accusations

But we’re just here, with quietly dying aspirations

Devotion

The deluded of all traits

Devotion would have you believe in perfection

Sprinkle it too lightly and you’re abhorrent

Too deeply and you’re a fool

This is the dividing line in life

To what do we apply our allegiance

Who deserves our worship

Only those with more than a pinch

The Gnomic Father Pt. 5

It’s time we talked, of who we are

No, not skin and voice, not money nor choices

It’s about your soul, about your poisons

You need to find yourself, find your guiding star

 

There comes a time, when you’re in a place

You’ll know it well by how it grabs

It finds us all, even the dads

You cannot run, can’t lose its embrace

 

It’s called a code, a way to be

It’ll find you fast, make you its thrall

You have a choice, stand tall or small

As for me, I never took the Knee

 

There’s a way to live, better than you now know

It’s in how we strive, how we take life’s blows

What you make of it.

What do I find myself to be

Called upon with expectations, requirements of another world

Finding fault that lies not inside but within the eyes of others

Staring, thinking, breathing my soul out as if I were a puppet

Why do you think I am this machine? Why are you demanding my acquiescence?

Life is what you make of it I’m told

Like my father, I am a terrible creator.

Wherein I find it

Call from your deep below

Let it fall away

Strike the truest blow

 

I never dipped a toe

They knew to enter the fray

Call from your deep below

 

The mountainous walk is ever slow

It follows with the morning grey

Strike the truest blow

 

Say the words and break room to grow

Let not your spirit’s breeze sway

Call from your deep below

 

Now, we find, the sweetest lake to row

Its rise and fall sings with the day

Call from your deep below

Strike the truest blow