He ripped my heart out
Clawed it from my chest
Carelessly threw it about
Painfully leaving me in unrest.

The mountain clearness
Isn't going to shift the mountain's vagueness
The steering eyes cant dip into another cloud
And we cant walk out again on their lives
A bitten howl has struck another chord in humanity
Freedom is the security that creates insanity
The Fickle hearts that smear threats on the infants hands
I believe in humanity
I don't believe in a single human

I wish for a night that the mountain's grip can hold us over
I shrink into a flower to be plucked because I am afraid
I think blood is an excuse for violence and violene is an excuse for war
We don't look in our eyes to find light
We turn the night into a fire under cars
Beeping. Burning. Bursting. Buzzing. Blasting

Fear and terror thickens the lump in my throat and cuts a circle from my organs
It is scary to think we are just humans, the same humans capable of the exctition of ourselves.

I wish to all of those out there. In fear. I will help.
I will do all that I can.
These are not just words. This is a promise.

Tossing and turning
like a smooth stone in your hand
that you've been itching to throw
It's the dullest of sunsets,
dead grass pricking your bare soles
but the mud doesn't bother,
your searching to know
The right place
where my fate
is you're raised hand
I go soaring then
Skidding across a surface
so calm.
I begin sinking
without a merit of warmth
from your palm.
like the earth on it's axis
I still revolve
What to do in this darkness
of cold pillows and soft sheets
almost too comforting
for my body to sleep.
Perhaps,
my skin is changing
like reptile flesh
among these tiny blue fishes
who bubbly laugh
whilst I plummet.
I keep ruffled in cotton,
thighs bare to the chill
of a fan that's kept going
I bend to it's will
except it's too difficult
for me to shed.
So you cast away
all your problems
out of sheer dread.
You cannot handle a girl
left in the ravine
like a ghost undressed
I drown in unrest
wondering if you'll
come back for me
but
the panic of staying
makes you uneasy.
So, leave.

There is no more
civil war
it's changed from days gone by
You can not have a
civil war
no matter how you try

Rules of the engagement
done and dusted
all forgot
now Rules of engagement mean
you give it
all you got

Armies lined up on the field
civil war, I'd say
Now, you push a button
and **** from
ten time zones away

Pleasantries forgotten
War's not civil
anymore
With all of our
progression, we forgot how
to have a civil war

What stands after nothing,
what grows in the night?
What answers the calling,
what soothes untreated sight?
Tonight, without knowing,
know we sustained the right,
here now, without crumbling,
fight the dust in the mite.
We'll delight in the other,
never smother the fight...
but when hopeless
feels dopeless,
always answer the cry.

I wander.
Endlessly, I wander.
Ceaselessly, I walk.
Forever more, I go on.
How many ways can I depict my unrest to you?

Footprints are the timeline of my life.
Where I’ve been, the mistakes and wrong turns I’ve made.
The people who have walked in.
The people who have walked out.
They are etched in the ground, broken in by my feet.

Every so often, a second set of footprints joins mine.
Some go on for months, years.
Those are my favorites.
But they never really last.

Most dip in and out of my path.
Some lead me in circles until I have to leave them behind.
You never know what steps are the right ones
Until you’re looking back at them, behind you.

I wander.
I search.
I trust.
And then, I hurt.

Of these steps I am sometimes wary,
But the set of prints next to mine makes me sure footed, now.
I squint to look ahead, but my vision is terrible.
I can’t be sure, but it seems that there are many sets of prints ahead.

Strong, deep, sure-footed paths are carved out in the future.
Please, take me there.
Please, do not lead me astray.
I don’t want to have look back to judge the way you stroll by my side.

Do not waiver now; I haven’t got time for circles any longer.

How does one achieve a state of balance and unity?
An internal peace so quiet and calm.
How can we adapt to the greatest fall?
When the concrete ground does away with it all.
How can we seek a connection, when inside there is such unrest?
A frayed wire, chaotic and angry
Whipping about in undulating stress
What does it mean for the ones who seek beyond the horizon of what we know?
Of what we are taught to know?
May we slip through the fissured ground to explore a world un-owned?