Wars

War took a different shape

One that was not so familiar

But they thought that my war was more valid

One that had actual bombing, shooting and destruction

But I see the validity in their pain

After all

We’re all the same

And

Divorce

Abuse

Illness

Boredom

Lack of inspiration

Are all battles we fight

None more significant than another

To those experiencing them

All teach us what we need

All point us to peace

To love

To the pursuit of happiness

 

Wishes

Would your finger wish your hand harm?

Would your finger wish your arm harm?

Would you?

Well-being is a choice

One that helps the body rejoice

For its master

Would you, a small part of this universe

Wish harm

On your larger self

Your whole?

No not at all

Well being comes from well wishing

Wish well

Dictionary

You are more than

A name

A gender

A career choice

You are what’s underneath

Buried deep

And between a definition and another

The essence was lost

Let’s put it back together

And leave definitions for those

Unsure of who they are

I find no need for man-made

Dictionaries

Strong

This time

I proved my own self wrong

I made my wish with a desire so strong

That even the gods couldn’t refuse it

I stood at the gates of hell

Banging on the flames they held

Wishing to have fled

Before their warnings

And I made it out alive

For you and I

To once more

Be embraced by heaven

I proved myself wrong

When I thought I could not be strong

Enough to withstand this hell I’m in

Tell me why do you keep on giving in?

Point of View

There’s a subtle difference in our understanding

The picture you paint

And the one I see

Are different

But I nod

Understanding

There is a subtle difference

In our experience

And the memories I had

Are sightly different

Than those you had

Laying next to me

 

Dam

He said

My words

Are not truly mine

I don’t feel the inspiration all the time

Like a river that has run dry

My fruits die

And I

Wait for the dam

To break loose

I ask him

Why

Does he continue to rely

On others to tear down the block

He looks at me with a shock

He realizes

He’s had the tools all along

Feeling empowered and strong

He breaks the barriers

And writes a new song

 

 

 

Pieces

We were forged out of the same stone

Ages ago

Then we were separated

The big bang scattered us like ash

As they speculated

But the magnetic field was too strong

And it couldn’t have dissipated

Life time after another

We mange to find each other

Putting pieces that were lost

Back together

And the image becomes clear

The memory of that stone

Inches near

Until we become one

Whole again

I have missed you

My dear friend

Change

They wonder why

She sits there

Speaking language she didn’t choose

Getting much too close

To forgetting her mother tongue

Wings sealed in a box

Her brown locs

Painted blonde

They wonder why she changed

She only did it

To survive