Reflecting Change

Discover what was written before the doors close once more.
Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts sink and fall to the floor.
For what once lived is but a vapor.
A blip in the eye of our creator.

So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name.
Do not entertain them by playing in their games.
Rather, carry on as ceaseless ships,
Trekking lines in the sands of your wondrous trip.

Tastes of Grace

Rejoice in thy name and in the pleasure;
deny thyself no more from the grandeur.
Allow yourself to play peacefully in this manger.

Drink from the spring within.
Reflect and let your soul sing.
Overflow with joy from grace;
But, what must I do to cope with this place?
Should I surrender myself and seek thy face;
Shall I quickly forget and walk at my own pace?

I am nothing without the gifts you bestow.
For what you are I cannot know
And what you give is always right,
Even if it looks differently from my sight.
Being suspect to the illusions,
I humble myself to your conclusion.

Free Download: A Two Sided Truth

Four years ago, I published my first book A Two Sided Truth. The goal I had when constructing this book was self-healing. There had been a series of difficulties plaguing my life, as well as I was graduating college with no clear path for the future; so, I compiled together my poems, prose, and short stories that I had written throughout my college years and bound them together in one book.

It was a way to feel a sense of accomplishment and reflect on the creative works that I had conjured up. Though I am not a graphic designer by any stretch of the imagination, I also came up with the books cover art, which was an augmented picture of the river that ran behind the house I grew up in.

For all these reasons, the self-publication of A Two Sided Truth: An Anthology of a Human Experience is emotionally charged with both positive and negative emotions. However, I have decided to embrace my book, imperfections and all.

I hope that the words can comfort others in their walk through life. The Kindle version will be free to download on Amazon from July 11th to July 15th: https://amzn.to/2S6uNvI

Safer Places

Let no more demons in.
My inner gates lay overrun.
By the voices of my past.
Shadows stand in holy courts,
Leading my fellow thoughts toward deception.
As I stand in the middle now,
I see nothing but shallow ground.
Make me speak but a single sound.
May light break through to me again.
Touch me and help me to rise, my friend.
Dare you try and hide, once more.
Refrain from causing another uproar.
Grab those wings where angels play;
Let them seek me every day.
It is in this place I want to stay.

Facing the Storm

Keep me locked away –
Better yet?
I think I’ll pray:
Hallowed be thy name.
Help me as I change.
Please refrain from your wrath.
Am I still under attack?
Take these pieces and build a raft.
Sail away.
It will be okay.
Forgive my burden as I stay.
Remind me of your comfort.
Lest I suffer in vain.
Protect my temple from the deluge of rain.
Is happiness on the way?
I sway in this tumultuous wind.
Believe me when I say,
I am better off this way.

Voicing the Unheard

When will I be taken seriously?

For, no matter what state,

The words that I say

Carry no weight.

How much longer do I have to wait,

Until my cries merit a single taste?

Doubting often is what I’ve become.

Never knowing what it will take showing

To justify my feelings that night.

I wish not to fight,

But all my pleas are met with might;

So, it is as you say.

Let me rest in dismay.

The Problem of Abundance

So much information to consume;
So many directions and possibilities.

The exuberance lasts for a while,
But fades in the absence of mystery.
Exploring fruitless avenues is disheartening,
Only to be compounded by the totality of knowledge that both exists and is accessible.

How am I to ever chose a topic that is of both interest and relevance without slowing being dragged down into rabbit holes and quagmires of concepts?

I yearn to create;
To produce something that is new;
To intake information, digest it and synthesize something of substance — something of worth.

But how do I determine what is of worth without simultaneously needing to know about meaning, morality and how one ought to live?

For how can I navigate the myriad of information available to me without also needing to determine how that piece —despite how small it may be — fits together and manifests itself in the world?