Saturday, December 22, 2007

inspired and in question

As I move through the last phases of fear
and start to see beyond its limitations,
I feel the passions burn inside of me
and I feel my soul and let it yearn for creation.

The inspiration of forein lands
brown faces and skin of varied hue
I desire the company of people,
who believe in things other than I do.

I wanna change the world
I wanna write things that people will heed,
I feel this inspiration and I want to heal them
these people in need.

I don't want to tell you more things
that might make your life easier,
your life is blessed to the point of gluttony
and it's all for the tide of being pleas-ier.

This world is full of adventure and views
that when exposed to their tales,
I fell this hopefulness well up inside me
and the safety of title and tag pales.

Why wait?
what more do I need?
the journey of this late bloomer
is finally taking seed.

So I say to my creator
the one who knows all things,
cut this American puppet loose
use your strength to sever my strings.

Old tapes die hard
and I pause to listen too often,
their old voices saying things like
the ground underneath me will soften.

It will dissolve into something
that holds me in this place,
as soon as I step out
I will be eaten by the unknown space.

Today I press pause on that tape
and I consider what it is I really want
and I realize the travels of the last few years
have created in me something that can not be stopped
and I want to put on my shoes
and grab my toothbrush
and walk out this door
listen the dead quiet hush
of wind rushing through trees
and the oceans lapping waves
and the sound of tongues not understood
and leave this country of slaves
we are slaves to the time and to the dollar
and to what others think
and I can not sit by anymore
and allow my heart to sink
sink into the abyss of unmet dreams
ones that fuel my imagination
the ones I let die
because of my lack of instigation
and my fear of the loss of control
and my inability to trust
and all that really matters
is that I keep moving and just
just open my hand and allow it to happen
and not be afraid to hear
the voice of what comes next
Shhhh!
"You're coming in loud and clear."



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