Thoughts from the Soul

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Anger

Anger...

You gesture and point

you yell and your scream

you take a breath to begin again

Please lower your hands

please quiet your tone

please stop to take a breath

When you gesture and point

I want to take a stand

When you yell and scream

I want to match your volume

When you take that breath

I attempt to make you understand

Dont you see I am trying?

Dont you wish to understand?

You condemn and judge

you create that mental list

you showcase all my wrongs

Please take time to understand

please know that I am much more

please dont look at just my flaws

When you condemn and judge

I feel the confusion build within

When you create your mental list

I dont see it like you do

When you focus on all wrongs

I feel my positives ebb away

Dont you know I am much more?

Dont you see what I do?

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Voice of the Silent

As a child I lost my voice

I lost the ability to articulate that sound

from fear, confusion or misdirection

I as a child could not speak

I spoke to those I held dear at heart

I told them stories loud and clear

Yet at school my voice couldn't be heard

Too quiet my mother was told

Too silent and absent minded

Yet inside my voice screamed out

I wanted to be heard

Yet year after year I knew not how

Somewhere along the path of life

I like my voice too disappeared

I slipped into that background

Into a place that did yet did not exist.

Who was I? Where was my voice?

Grief

I feel my body shutter

as each breath comes in and out

I feel my heart beat raceing

as it attempt to match the beat

I hear the beating sounds

that rush inside my mind

I cant hear the sobs

that rock my body to and fro

Sunday, September 6, 2020

My Place

I'm a puzzle piece floating about

laying here and there twisted about

you place me here, then there

you then insist I dont belong

removing me from here to place me there

you twirl me about to try and make me fit

you push and shove me into place

only to bite your lip, shake your head

then once again I find I dont belong

you pick me up, to twist me about

you move me from here to there

I find that I am dizzy and crazy along this path

Oh why can I not fit?

Oh why did I not belong?

I lay here abandoned as you move other piece about

I watch, I observe you setting them into place

Why do they have a place?

Why do they fit where I could not?

You come back to me once again

with great concern I struggle in your grasp

I dont want to be set where I dont belong

You hold me in your hand as you look about the puzzle

you then exclaim "I see" and you set me in my place

I find that I fit

I find that I too have a place

Thursday, September 3, 2020

The Looking Glass . . .

The Looking Glass. . .

We look into this looking glass...
expecting something of flawless design.
expecting something craved to perfection.

We look into that looking glass...
only to find bitter disappointments.
only to see that perfection didn't exist.

We run from that looking glass...
full of anger and spite.
full of justifiable condemnation.

We talk about that looking glass...
spreading what we find as truth.
spreading that it was too flawed for our designs.

We seek out a new looking glass...
determined to find a flawless design.
determined to find it carved to perfection.

We seek to look into that new looking glass...
believing it will bring us no disappointments
believing that our perfection will exists within.

We try to find that looking glass...
hoping it will chase away the bitterness
hoping it will be above reproach

We talk about this looking glass...
spreading the ideal we know to be truth.
spreading the ideal of that flawless, perfect design.

Then we discover something horrifying...
We see the truths we hide from
to busy looking into a perfect design

Then we come to realize the truth of it all...
we chased that flawless design
knowing we knew best.

Then we are shown our reality...
that imperfect design is built
built upon a rocky yet solidifying ground

We realize our flaw...
that design we saw as a flaw
amounted to more then we could have dreamed.

You & I

You stood in the shadows

that dark smokey night

You stood beside me

laughing and communicating

I watched you from the firelight

that dark smokey night

I watched you speak of life

from battle fields to farmer fields

You didnt like that it ended so quickly

the night soon came to its close

You didnt want to say goodnight

afraid to lose that which you couldnt name

I knew that you were something unique

as the night came to a close

I knew that we would meet again

as feelings of mystery filled my soul

You reached out to communicate

hoping to discover it

You reached out into the unknown

trying to understand

I responded to your attempts

not understanding what we would design

I responded to your puzzle

I too trying to understand.

You asked for my hand

getting down on one knee

You asked for my future

as you gave me your heart

I said yes to your hand

already having created a design

I said "I do" to start our future

in this my heart was yours

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Oh America....

Oh America...

I cant breathe America

From the darkest night

To the brightest of days

I suffocate under the hatred

Oh America, I cant breathe

I cant remember America

From the smallest law

To the larger legal impacts

I see the freedoms dwindle

Oh America, I cant remember them all

I cant count America

From the smallest wrong

To the largest injustice

I lost count so long ago

Oh America, I cant count the wrongs

I cant choose America

From the Democratic Party

To the Republican Party

I turn my back to both

Oh America, I cant choose to be divided

I cant speak America

From sarcastic remarks

To more serious debates

I might cause offense

Oh America, I cant always filter my words

I cant think America

From the tiniest thought

To the largest ingrained belief

I am incorrect in every one

Oh America, I cant think like you desire

I cant be myself America

From my personality

To my personal choices

They are there for your critique

Oh America, I cant follow your design

Oh America, let there be peace

Oh America, let there be freedom

Oh America, let there be justice

Oh America, let us stand together in respect

Oh America, let us speak aloud

Oh America, let us think critically

Oh America, let us be ourselves