Settle For Less

Objects of desire

Beauties best dressed

Chase ‘til you tire

Then settle for less

Objects we require?

Objects at all?

Forget yourself before you fall

Thorns with petals

Anger hard and love too frail

One that settles

Because his strength has failed

Subscribe to the norm

We live it so well

Look from afar

It’s the future you abandoned

One we could not foretell

How can you leave her?

The one you breathe for?

Abandon pursuit of

The one you dream of?

Then settle for a settler

Who settled for you

The Questions Deep Within

I long for more than I’ve made for myself

More than I deserve

More than I feel, more than I see

All that’s gone unheard.

I long for more than my hands can craft

More than I’ll ever be

More than I know, more than I dream

The things unforeseen.

I long to travel the course of her mind

Trace the thoughts to better days

Sit in silence with open ears

Hear the prayers that she prays.

She asks me why I hide myself

From God and man alike

From future fears, from mother’s tears

From the shining light.

I long to talk to God and ask

What made me so often look to Him last?

I long to ask and ask again

The questions burning deep within.

The Game

It eats at my soul

The cannibalistic nature of a self

Destruction and reform they call it

Destroy and destroy again

Red eyes to absolve my sin

Or I wish it were so

Regret tinged breaths

Shells and masks and shelves

The plague spreads

Or have all been previously infected?

My wound is yours

Our injury: my fault

Mingle amongst the guests

Dressed up in costumes much like my own

Share in the play

Share in the death

Bite your own hand if it feeds you

Break the finger that guides you

Hide the light or hide the black

Depending on where you are

The shadow stands so tall

Only cast by the sun at my back

Turn around you fool

Thoughts and Actions

Let us stare.

At a blank wall.

Until our eyes dry out.

Until we recognize that the paint is not dry and we can still change what we perceive.

Give us time to think.

To stare at a blank wall and recognize that the paint is dry but it is not the wall that needs changing. 

See the hammer.

Do you toss it aside?

Do you break down the wall?

Which is wise?

The time has been poured.

Will you realize before time runs out

That the wall is a floor?

It is everything on which you stand.

On what do you stand?
Time spills at your feet and you haven't the decency to use it well.