What The Moon Shared With Me...

Light as the breath of fireflies,
is the thoughts that rain down around my mind.
Sparkling and then gone.
I stand in awe of being and try to come to understanding.
Having danced with disaster I now waltz with joy.
At least for this moment...

The moon rises just to tell me of the pains of others.
That loneliness is a shared state.

Alone...
I stand like a tree surrounded by a forest of others.
She shines down on me,
and on you,
and on all of us.
And in her light she whispers her truths.

The wind passes along our hopes and sorrows...
From one to another.
I reach out and find your welcoming hand.
It was just there waiting for me to take it...
And then I know that the moon was right once again.

That I am not as alone as I feared...

Reminded Once Again...

I am more then what you have tried to make me into.
Yesterday is just that... Yesterday...
Your subtle softly said anger is still just that.
But still it cuts.
And yet,
I bleed slow.
And I heal quick...
With the deepest respect I understand all you say.
And take it to heart.
Reminded once again that with all my failures,
there are victories too...

Empty...

It was tailor made...
This hatred of myself!
Cut and trimmed by those who said they loved...
Anger feed by lost.
Confusion fueled by convention...
Is this what your faith had to offer?
I feel it is not so...
the LIES you told me have little to do with GOD?
But the sadness that you felt.
The anger you can not answer...
You left me empty..........................
with
a need to fill!
(But with what?)
So here I am a Man?
But empty as a boy...
Left to find the way you hid under.
Thanks so much!

Flash of Light...

It happened as the rain began to fall.
With it's growing breeze and flash of light.
A hunger,
a sounding,
a rush of wanting more...

It has been coming.
This want to escape the weeping of my soul.
It has been coming.
The anguish of feeling failure, where truly there was none.
It has happened.
That I am more then things unfinished.
It will be that.
I am more, then what I let others make of me...

The feeling on the wind tells of longing,
a song I know so well...
While the rain speaks of letting go,
the lighting laughs with its voice of thunder...

This coming to an end,
but dancing to a beginning signals something the rain and I finally know.
That Joy is in the moment and that I am master of my fate.
My heart is right and my soul my own.
And the lies told upon the wind,
will be gone before I know it.

Not everything is finished and creating I will go.
Till the lighting fades and the wind grows still.
This is the wisdom I finally know.

One Step to Far...

The madness is stirring and becoming more.
All is not as it seems.
Alone with my head I seem to slip and become that which I fear...
What is it that I should say?
And do?
and yet...
I crave this insanity, I have for a very long time.
Sadly I know why...
It doesn't stop it at all
It fills the VOID!
It is something gifted to me by others...
I know I am crazy
but...
I don't really care...

Trying to Fix it...

Frustration at the fact I can not fix it...
These problems in your head.
So small,
so young,
to fight such troubles now...
Left with standing strong,
so when you wobble...
Catch you I can.

Over and Over and Over!

Over and Over and Over!
Slipping up (or maybe down),
I step forward into going backwards...
Lacking something yet undefined I stumble on.
Over and Over and Over!!
What am I doing wrong, where is the failure?
I often wonder if I am alone in this.
Is it just me that is tripped up by the same things...
Over and Over and Over!!!
Trying and yet once more...
I step out to meet the day and find my inability.
I run forward, only to trip and fall.
Over and Over and Over!!!!
Reaching to grasp, but my hands find nothing to hold to.
Yet the fall has become familiar...
And so with a smile on my face, I go forth to fall on it once again...