the place we sometimes journey to –
is much too dark to stay,
too far away for words,
more deep than sound –
profound as black on white,
or even still,
the very absence of light…
attempting once again to feel,
we dive head first into the –
nothing,
to somehow feel the splash –
of something…
as delicate as if,
more frail than why –
the sanity we seek to find,
evasive –
hides behind the clouds,
that clutter the skyline of our mind!
lips pursed tightly –
scream suppressed –
eyes masking the terror that hides within…
in this sad world –
silence becomes a much wanted,
much needed place –
(the voices never quiet)
but elusive;
the dissipating wisp of smothered flame,
phrases barely visible on foggy mirrored panes…
to find that place –
where dreams reside –
that Xanadu of peace –
to float like clouds upon a tranquil sky –
oh what release…
to find recompense –
from the madness –
(oh father where art thou?)
would be the greatest gift –
more precious than gold –
to be held –
not just the one who holds!
white-
black –
defined by labels –
pigeon-holed by circumstance…
absurd,
the very notion,
character defined merely from sight!
i choose –
instead –
to look beyond pigmented-boundaries –
beneath the surface,
you and i are much the same…
indignant –
it would be of me,
to look at you and only see a color –
skin can be so thin,
stretched much too tight –
unable to protect the heart from barbs of prejudice…
i seek a life less cumbersome,
devoid of hate,
where you and i could contemplate our feelings –
free to follow paths defined by hearts,
unrestrained by paradigms of ethnicity,
or race!
sometimes silence –
speaks louder than words.
sometimes –
it’s in the silence that we actually hear –
with undeniable clarity –
statements of truth.
sometimes…
what purpose –
words –
if spoken from platforms of indecision?
offering of platitudes devoid of conviction?
with rehearsed empathy –
we place ladders of (supposed) good intent upon walls of indifference.
and as we climb –
toss promises of solidarity to those left behind.
i have to wonder –
how it must feel to be removed –
elevated above the debris of broken promises.
to finally overcome the obstacle of compassion –
set free from chains of care.
sometimes silence –
more powerful than any drug of choice.
sweet illusive fix for the addiction of peace –
in a world overflowing with subversion…
we hold on to our pain –
sometimes the only thing we feel –
scared to let it go,
afraid of – nothing…
empty –
a vessel of capability,
unfilled;
hands reaching for intention,
unrecognized…
so cold – the absence
of light;
no darkness more deep
than feeling all alone.
we have the most amazing gift –
sight,
yet we choose to not see.
my God i cry out to you for healing.
color is not the essence of what you intended us to be.
i close my eyes and in that darkness,
seek your grace.
my prayer,
this broken world can close its eyes,
somehow see past the walls of prejudice,
remand the animosity back into the confines of disbelief –
the hell of it’s intentional demise…
understand the gift of healing,
available for free…
no need to fight,
the battle,
already won…
won’t you join me,
on this day,
hand in hand,
on bended knee…
[Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever. Amen.]
standing too close to the edge 