Ghost

Torn from body
Spirit from bone
Parting our worlds
I am left alone

Today I woke ethereal
This just couldn’t be
Separated from material
Nothing left of me

Did I leave you empty soul?
I should have taken more care.
Our hearts should have been full
Before I vanished to air

I’d give a body for this life
I demand you put charge to brain.
Put that flesh under knife,
And make it just just the same

Walking this place I am so near
Wandering halls I have no claim
These portraits once brought me cheer
How is it that they aren’t the same?

Been cut down yet I’ve grown
Tear these walls and build anew
I’ll stick the queen back to throne
And find a way to hold the glue

The weight of flesh pulls me down
Unfamiliar gravity put foot to ground
Somehow I think I might not drown
I hope you’re proud of what I’ve found

After tears dry
I still wonder most
How did you die
But leave me the ghost

Wise

What do you want to be
When you grow up?

I never wanted a certain job
An impressive cover letter
I only wanted to be compassionate
To help people get better

I see suffering everywhere I look
A million hearts break every day
But they keep on moving silently
Like they have nothing to say

It’s the plight of their station
Sometimes the act of their hand
Some cruel divination
Locked in shifting sand

Some will be speak to their trusted
But further be scorned
Leaving their trust to be rusted
And their lives to be torn

I see strength everywhere I look
A million souls hold strong every day
They keep fighting silently
Their living is what they have to say

When I grow up,
I need to be wise
To help people be better

Lions

We never asked for the screaming
It just busted the windows and came in

A burglar stealing our thoughts
Leaving us with gaps on shelves
A broken mural of men
Trying to paint ourselves

As if that weren’t enough
Those walls, they’ll close in
The people that don’t understand
Will treat it like it’s our own sin

They’ll build up crashing waves
Then bring ‘en down on our clout
Villafy us in their village
And wonder why we don’t come out

They’ll claim we’re the bullet
From their tragedy’s gun
They forget who pulled the trigger
As if their works could be undone

And yet their stance is fatally firm
Our illness is the matter
They climb up like King Kong
Standing high atop their tatters

Oh but they’ll pretend to care
Without action to match word
Turning us into rhetoric
Silencing a voice to be heard

So instead we cling to our pride
Nursing the pain that leaves us crying
But if you took the splinters from our paws
You’d see us stand as lions

Sleep

You ever try to sleep,
But end up dreaming?
An attempt to take a break from life
Where instead you find another meaning?

People tell me I look tired
And they’re usually right.
It feels like a waste of time
Just breathing through the night

Yet somehow our bodies demand it
Just a little break from the struggle
Of playing our games in the day
In fear we might stumble

We live this life on razor’s edge
So much so we value unconciousness
Time wasted in blanket’s hug
Can you believe that preposterousness?

Should it not be a bit different?
Sleep oughta be an inconvenient chore
A necessary skip in time
We’re just made to endure

Yet a temporary death in our slumber
Instead brings reprieve to our pain
We’re lions tamed to house cats
Look in the mirror and notice your mane

When it’s time to sleep
Do it because you must
Don’t resign to being a machine
Just enjoying your own rust

You ever try to dream;
Just to end up asleep?

Gladiators

A bull whip crack on sunstained back.

An ancient tradition on dusted ground

Prepare for the fate of predictable outcome;

One chance to buy yourself,

One to gain freedom through victory,

And yet a thousand to die on the sand.

Fight for the coin to bring freedom

A chain undone through wealth

Live for the hope of a rudis

Salvation won through glory

Kill for the carrot on the stick

Die for the joy of the crowd

Artist

You are an artist

Maybe you haven’t figured out how?
What marble will you cut to form?
Start with whatever you can allow
So long as it breaks you from norm

Through your expression
You’ll find a new view
A lasting impression
Of the real you

Me, I’m a poet
The lost son of a storyteller
And a song
I try to make words dance
While I sing along

I learned that from stories
They tend to hit me like trains
Yet I just end up wondering
Where they’re going
And from where they came

Those thoughts drove me to write
To pick up the immortal pen
And move to banish from sight
The ignorance of myself then

We must all find what moves us
To give our voices something to say
Really that’s what makes it art
Whether it’s in sound or clay

We are artists

We protest with our creation
We show them our plight
Make known our indignation
And carry out our fight

We show beauty with our craft
We Highlight the curves of sky
Spreading light with each draft
To make the world less dry

We show heroes in our work
We inspire some valor
When the creatures that lurk
Expect us to cower

You are an artist
Don’t tell yourself you’re not
At least when you go down
You’ll know you fought

A reason to live

Remember the day that you died
And realize how you lived

By cherishing each tick of clock’s hand
And all the hurt that it may bring
Because the silence of winter’s stand
Is why it’s so good when spring sings

By grasping all whom you love
And showing all those you may
That their warmth brought your need to leave
So you demanded that you’d stay

By embracing the venom in your veins
Like sweet wine the summer sends
Eyes brightened by the taste of the moment
With no regard for how the party ends

You made love to your mortality
Like a girl that’s way out of your league
Savoring every moment of her favor
Because you already knew she’s gonna leave

So

If you’re just dust in the wind
Then gather a storm
Let your winds tear open your comfort
Because you’ve no time to mourn

If you’re but a candle to be consumed by the dark
Then let that light grow to swallow it whole
push the threat of the cold to the horizon
And color it with the splendor of your soul

If you’re a spark in a furnace
Then listen to the rhythm of hammer swings
Accepting the blessing of unbearable heat
So you can be forged from terrible things

If you’re a memory to be forgotten
Let it be one of passion and rage
Rampaging through time like a heckled actor
Betrayed by the very promise of your stage

Dance across the unlit sky
Leave your footprints between the stars
And burn your name in to eternity
Painting the heavens with your scars

The flaw of the immortal is mediocrity
With no need to act for lack of an end
Everything to see and nothing to fear
Is just having no message to send

Plant a kiss on the jaws of death
Thanking them for the chance to prove
That competing against certain defeat
Can be the perfect reason to move 

Fight with one determination
To move from the ledge and instead
You’ll just take a different leap
And if you don’t,
then you’re already dead

Defiance

The natural order is our jail.
Stuck somewhere in time and space
On a lowly forward monorail;
Just caught up in another race

To hear the cry of a soul
A thousand years after conception
Is to learn we have a tool
To reach beyond our perception

To separate ourselves from cattle
We make music from our brays
The stage of our greatest battle
Is the same as our grandest plays

Creating is our weapon
It’s how we win the fight
How we reach passed heaven
And avoid that good night

Art is our grand defiance
Not against man but fate
Without we sit in compliance
Of our inevitable state

Show the future your reflection,
So far away they may learn
That we swore rejection
Of fate trapped in urn

Write down and savor
Some tales of great valor
To make a world braver
In the face of great power

Send out your lore!
Pass down your pain!
They’ll hear your roar
Long after you’re slain

In defiance of time
Share with the rest
Your love of rhyme
Your worst and best

Be proud of your revolt
In a way it’s all you got
It’s the only record they’ll consult
Showing how hard you fought

For those yet blinded by cage
Do you yet hold rebellion?
Have you quelled your mortal rage?
When will it finally be enough?
Do you hate the songs of the morning birds
Because they wake you up?