Red Balloon.

The wind pushed
me and my body
asking for a reaction,
that I refused.
Though, mind seemed to go
there, in defiance.
What if I was moved,
taken in by the wind?
The exhale of this world,
this world I claw and craw
to take hold of,
to hold on to,
finally directing me.
Am I strong
for saying, "No.''
Am I foolish
for doing what I know,
for attaching value to that?
I remember the child
that stood and watched,
as it traveled.
Watching the sun pierce
that lucid, red balloon,
I grew envious.
What it must be like to go
Blind and full of vision.

My hate.

My hate is
Mine,
My personal,
Negative reflections of
Me.
We are
Projectors
Of me.
All of us
Variating this body,
Where I
Fester in insecurity
And it belongs
To you,
All of you.
A cycle of incivility,
I am casting
The stones of my
Discontent
And feeling
The bruises of yours.

Value

I'm inside with it
all, the bleeding
results of my insatiable mind.
I can't bare
the thought of standing
dry, abandoned
in the force of a world
identical to myself.
Is this greed?
No. But can they
understand the difference
between my needs
and the wantings of the market place.
Would any man give
thought to my soul
as it struggles, as it sways
upon the auction block?
I could sell,
give away my projections,
let them decide the cost.
But, when it ends,
when the bidding storm dissipates,
as I stand in the raw
what will be my value?

Exist

Have you ever
Stood and felt
Cold
Have you ever
Enjoyed
The crisp hand of winter
As it grabs you
As it steals away your lungs
Have you ever
Lived in the reality
The realness of the harshness
Have you given in
To the unextraordinary
Are you trapped
Are you established
Have you ever
Given thought to the evil
The devil of comfort
Death is a foundation
We live through destruction
Go and stand
And feel
The cold
Exist

What if I was silent?

What if I was muted
What if I was muffled
Unable to provide the world
With my me
My translation of this
Soul
What if I was silent
And the outside defined this
Forced to live through my eyes
Would you trust me
Do you trust my eyes

What if I couldn't thank you
What if I was silenced
Unable to enchant you
With my colors
With the paint brush in my mouth
What if I only had a body
And only knew my hands
I am quiet
Do you love me
Do you love my hands

It's alright.

It's alright
To be left and deserted
To give to silence
Or a scream
To float away
Down inner streams

It's alright
To live through a feeling
To follow an urge
Of the body
Of a hunger
It's so natural
That you wonder

It's alright
To be honest with a mirror
To give in to you
To own what is your own
For the lion who eats grass
Doesn't fight
Doesn't roar
It's alright

Rapture

I believe
In the delight of the world
I have faith
In its innocence
In its ability to be kind
I rely
On the grace of the winner
On the resilience of the last of us
Soon to be our leader
I give
To the selfless, hard working smiles
To the private peace givers
To the man that can give no more
And then gives
I offer
To respect you
To smile