Living in Secret

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

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