Death is not a trigger,
It cannot pull me from the toes,
bleed out the body I own
that I have evermore grown.
Death cannot dismiss the aches,
of which I've endured,
tightening the muscles to my bones
that have not shattered or moaned.
Death will not control,
I can use the breath I choose to keep,
select a route for my feet to take
and accept the reality that comes from fate.
Death cannot suffocate,
red can surface and my blood can boil,
but the peace I have found
will help me come above ground.
Death is not the end,
It is the beginning of my freedom,
chains have rusted and disappeared
and my stance is now with a spear.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Truth Hurts
Love is on the scene,
I am stronger than you
A crime no person can understand,
But a chase everyone is willing
To wrap their head around.
I waver from gripping for a companion,
To ridiculing all who hold hands,
But deeply I just want that connection
And for my beauty to be a loud resurrection.
I've talked to god,
And I've seen myself rise,
With or without the pursuit of death,
I believe my soul will have another breath.
I am stronger than you
And I know I will be granted another love,
I am meant to bleed passion,
And I'm styling my hair
ready for another fashion.
Today's Love
Traveling through the spirals of trials,spending time with souls who are lost,
I have vowed to stop running
because guidance is not coming.
Speeding through the clouds,
looking for a guarantee that love will come,
patience is a painful sunset
And I can't muster to wait and reset.
So I leech upon all travelers,
asking each to grant me the miracle I eagerly chase
where I find another to envelope me,
blending their soul into mine for eternity.
I ask to become worthy in each eye upon mine,
have it replace the search I have in store,
and immediately know the journey is complete;
Where I don't have to walk this street alone in the heat.
Otherwise the pressure would build at the soles of my feet,
the rocks burning every etch created,
I would start to bleed and beg to be saved
and there would be no soul to watch over my grave.
I have vowed to stop running
because guidance is not coming.
Speeding through the clouds,
looking for a guarantee that love will come,
patience is a painful sunset
And I can't muster to wait and reset.
So I leech upon all travelers,
asking each to grant me the miracle I eagerly chase
where I find another to envelope me,
blending their soul into mine for eternity.
I ask to become worthy in each eye upon mine,
have it replace the search I have in store,
and immediately know the journey is complete;
Where I don't have to walk this street alone in the heat.
Otherwise the pressure would build at the soles of my feet,
the rocks burning every etch created,
I would start to bleed and beg to be saved
and there would be no soul to watch over my grave.
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