We walk each living day
With self imposed occlusions
To conceal the parts of us
Wearing scars from life’s contusions
Battered on the inside
Smiling on the out
We long to be ourselves
But to our secrets we’re devout
Existence
How cleverly we have fumbled
Across this plain of time
Digging our ruts and counting stars
Seeking the things we have always carried
Speaking the words we most want to hear
Claiming fulfillment when we lack
Changing our minds instead of our actions when we fail
Scorning those who pop with color
Rather than blending with our favorite hues
Seeking love by sight instead of by touch
Keeping all we find to ourselves
Even though it will not save us
We claim divine guidance
But insert human words
We built our own towers to reach heaven
But this time
We tore them down with our own bare hands
A Chronicle of Exultance
Adorned I am
By your gaze
Proof of my existence
I am not mere memories
Convinced they still live
I am a chain reaction
Each eye met, a purpose
Each shaken hand,
A creator and a creation
An ingredient that adds
Fragrance and flavor
Another mind aching
to know the answers
Another heart seeking
Its song
A body that moves
By sight or action
Bloodlines
progressing through time
Dreams
eons in the making
Coming true
before my eyes
The Mewriginal 