What a Ride – Original Poem

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What a ride

Sound the sirens, full speed ahead
Welcome to this joyride

I am grateful; I am pained; I am blissful; I am shamed; I am hopeful; I am lost
I am here

From a sheltered womb without awareness to a world without end
No walls to block possibility
No barriers to hold me down

This life is a psychedelic roller coaster fueled by the blood of a higher force
Tickled by the rain; soothed by the snow; warmed by the sun; guarded by the darkness; caressed by the fallen leaf

What a ride

No instructions
No seat belt
No defined stop

Dismissing the notion of a “circle of a life”
There is no circle
Without conclusion, there can be no end
Break the circle and float away

What a ride

Sliding down the rainbow into a pot of sunflowers
Singing with the orchestra of birds
Bathing in the ocean bath

With these hands, I touch my heart
With this mouth, I breathe life
With this mind I absorb knowledge

What a ride

A panoramic merry-go-round of wonder
Hello Mother; Hello Father
Hello future love
Hello past mistakes; I know I will see you again

My whispers but a minor earthquake in this endless playground
It is so beautiful; so magical; so serene

What a ride
Sing me a lullaby

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Searching Through the Rubble – Original Poem

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Searching through
Searching through the rubble
Tarnished, blackened, broken

The echo of the holy spirit sounds the fury of the shadow of darkness
The shadow of darkness is but a hoax; an unrealized manifestation of a truth
Heaven is the excuse to travel down the path of darkness

Our Lord fed us a bounty of plenty filled with destructive greed

The pledge for all eternity to carry the name and honor to the next generation
How many children must we bury before we realize we are suffocating in our lies?

Too young; born to fail
Their future destroyed by the bomb
They are blinded by the ash

A promise to protect them under our wings as we pollute their minds with impurity

Stop the false hope
Don’t justify the original sin
The devil slithers no more

Why do we confess to actions we can justify praying for forgiveness when we have the eyes to see right, the legs to walk the path of righteous?

So many hide behind the false claim of insanity tattooing thoughts of hope and love all over this wrinkled skin

Look in the mirror
See the wear
Feel the aching running through your body

Toss the cigarette
Drown the pain in the bottle

How can we look to tomorrow when we cannot correct the now?
The now
The only reality

Destiny is a cycle spinning out of control

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Does a Question Exist? – Original Poem

existSomeday an answer will find us, but do we even understand what the question is

Existence, a punchline in this thing called life
Amused, the jester laughs in the corner of the universe
A joke none of us understand

It is about the journey; the moment of discovery; the ultimate purpose
The climb to the plateau of self-awareness

The mountains win again

Fighting the wind, I find resistance in the past
The soft whisper of her voice, the way she held me tight, the trust in her heart
Young and stubborn, I ran
Bitter and alone retreated to this cave

The roads ahead now broken
Sinkholes to an abyss
The trains have all been retired with only spiders to guard the corridors
Skies filled with grey; grounds dressed in smoke
A sheet of darkness covers a world once filled with color and light
A world unrecognizable to myself

I recycle the slideshow in my head to try and uncover a picture of familiarity, but all that remains is now so foreign to me

No land to call home; no place to call my own

In a sigh, I accept the answer to a question no yet created

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Light the Flame of Darkness – Original Poem

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The only way out of the darkness is to light the flame

Oh Lord, look into my eyes
See the blackness deep in this coal mine of a body warn by the winds of time
Can you see it?  There is no flame in this hole buried deep where voices cannot be heard

In your eyes, I am blinded by billions of stars centered on one focal point of existence
Bang, there you are dimming the flame of these bodies you have rented to us

Talk to me

Only you can hear below this concrete prison that has captivated me
Only you can penetrate the solid mass of defeat

Talk to me

Help me understand, dear Lord

Everywhere I turn, voices deafen me as blood drips from my ears
Voices so familiar; they are my own
Alone with only these voices to torture me
They won’t stop

I am suffocated by my thoughts

With every plea, they grow louder
With every prayer, they laugh harder

I fight to keep these eyes open, though I cannot see
The air is filled with the lust of evil, engulfing my lungs

I need to light the flame, but this I cannot do alone
Talk to me and lift this weightless body floating in limbo

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