We have wept and we have cheered
sometimes within a day
We have been greatly endeared
sometimes to misled ways
We have stood so very tall
feeling only like an inch
We become ever enthralled
with things that prod and pinch
We rely on all our senses
to guide us through this world
Yet we mount such strict defenses
when surprises are unfurled
We seek a quiet numbness
Navigating where we delve
Yet this calculated dumbness
cannot save us from ourselves
While still in the vapors
Of the hypnagogic
Not yet tied down
To the realness of logic
Untethered from life
For a few sacred minutes
When the chains of the day
Do not yet have us in it
The place where we try to
Remember our dreams
Knowing full well we can not
Discern what they mean
For the rock and the soil
Will claim us too fast
And the stars stay above
Our most frustrated grasp
As the vapor secedes
We cling to the shards
And try to extract
Realities barbs
But alas we submit
To its horrible grasp
And wait in our numbness
For a reason to gasp
Oh the grand swell that enters my heart
When the song now arrives at my most favorite part
That moment of magic, conviction I feel
Though the voice of a stranger the connection is real
The goosebumps arrive, I am racked with a shiver
‘Cause I feel the message they were called to deliver
An emotion I needed that had gotten away
The thing that I had always wanted to say
There is a wholeness to be felt, to be found
When my heart and my mind give in to the sound
As my mind flails in a desperate tide
I am compelled to climb inside
Unable just to take the ride
And find out where it goes
I churn the oars with clear intent
And do so ‘til my strength is spent
Discovering where I have went
Has betrayed where points my toes
Now backwards lost and inside out
My brain begins a raucous shout
My face now forced into a pout
When I realize where we are
This cavern that I long to pass
The part of life that holds a class
That ever growing threatening mass
The wisdom gained from scars
Yet in this place so filled with fright
So resemblant of our darkest night
There is a twinkling tiny light
That I have never seen
Now the crowding darkness does abate
As the twinkle seems to propagate
A clarity that has had to wait
To arrive upon the scene
As I prayed for omens, visions, signs
As I searched for answers all this time
As I blamed the powers up to divine
The true foe here was me
The stagnancy that has persisted
The result of what I had resisted
The insight that always existed
Was plain, profound, and free
And as I finally dared to look
There was education without books
Pulled out without the bite of hooks
As the tide washed out again
The dark now fled the space at last
The light burned through the waste so fast
The clarity came like a repast
To fulfill what lacked within.
It feels like turning an orange slice outward
Wrenching it into the wrong position
flexing it away from protection
There is where you access the deep roots of its sweetness
where you can consume every last fiber of the blissful, juicy radiance it offers
Yet there is a brutality to it
Force is required
but what hurts the most is the betrayal
The inversion of that spherical skin against its will
There is resistance
there is a tiny rain of its essence lost in the process.
As you wend toward that succulent prize you can feel the breaking that occurs
how unnatural a process it is
how all the shape that it once knew now becomes flaccid.
The strength once contained there now operates only through habit and has lost all meaning.
As your eager mouth mines it’s treasure from the inner white of it’s skin
once all the value you had perceived has been collected
you release it to fall and it remembers the shape it once held.
It reverts back to that sphere
though misshapen
though bereft of its once solid glory
it remembers, it returns.
A credentialed man with a reasoned plan is easiest to follow
But what to do when his words come through and are difficult to swallow
Do you tow the line cause the rest is fine or cry for insurrection
Do you simply coat a now threatened throat with the sweetest of confections
Will the forming shoals deep within your soul still allow a good night’s sleep
Will you make a stand put a direct hand to ensure your oaths will keep
Will the tales you told of the streets of gold become a mocking farce
Will you hide in sight taken with the fright that your statements may be parsed
Just what does it take to admit mistakes when a thing has gone awry
When you’re faced with facts it feels like attacks so therefore you must deny
Can you still locate why you still fixate does it uphold your intentions
Does your leaders cunning guarantee a shunning if you speak about dissention
You have lost your mind in a search to find the most comforting of logic
You refuse to bend as the world’s ways wend and your rendered hypnagogic
You perceive just phases and you cling to phrases that preserve your way of life
So you march along to the blaring song of a tarnished broken fife
The gnarled and naked limb
Reaching for its sun
Within its graying fingers
The string, woven and spun
A joy from warmer days
Also hoping for the stars
Trapped within this wooden grasp
Leaving chafed and aging scars
Its urge to float diminished
But still aloft, it dreams
A strong wind still brings hope
But alas it always clings
Perhaps the knots will loosen
And one day the string shall fly
Or perhaps it twists forever
Grateful for its piece of sky
I lived outside for hours
When I was just a girl
I’d run or bike or cartwheel
And dizzy myself with whirls
I played pretend each night
After singing until hushed
And only ever grownups
Seemed to do things stressed and rushed
As time moved ever forward
I slowly lost that ease
I rarely now will play outside
Or risk skinning my knees
The days of youth seemed endless
Almost fitting years inside
The golden days of yesteryear
What a bitchin’ ride
Cling to me
sweet scent of you
Please help me to recall
How the feeling of you
Near to me
Means everything and all
How the world was just
a place to be
Until you brought your magic
How before your light
Would shine abroad
I steeped in all things tragic
But breath and balance
Hopes and dreams
Began to grow anew
For existence sprang forth
Into life
When I was gifted you
A tempered steel with which to cut
A door always intended shut
Locked and guarded for many ages
The propitious crusaders locked in cages
So many destroyed by this vicious battle
Obfuscation keeps the masses addled
When truth emerged and was rightly spoken
The speaker then was bruised and broken
Those who questioned beyond the thresholds frame
Were cast out through it, shunned, defamed
Some began to exit freely
To discover what the truth was, really
So together they would fabricate
The weapon that could gash the gate
It took so many just to wield
To ensure the gate became unsealed
And even now the reconstruction
Continues on despite obstruction
Though many hands still carry splinters
It may be ages more ‘till all can enter
The Mewriginal 