I don’t need your advice

Without you
Birds color
Blind
Across the sky
And fields darken
Into night.

But I don’t need your advice
Or your condescension
I’d rather Walk by myself.

Love is not about
Controlling someone
It is a about letting free.

We all have holes in our chain mail
Where swords can pierce,
And you know all of mine.

So don’t shake your head
When I squirm
And fidget ,
For love is not about
Controlling someone
It is about letting free
The spirit within
And learning to let go
Of the ego
That lurks behind
The passion
That claims possession.

I don’t need your advice
Or your condescension
I’d rather Walk by myself,
Unless you can learn to love
Me for for who I am,
And for who
I want to be.

For Without you
Birds color
Blind
Across the sky
And fields darken
Into night.

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We’re not the only ones

We came here as children in search of a dream,
But now we are bleeding from the past,
Again and again we make mistakes that will last.
We break laws like glasses,
For we don’t understand at all
The meaning of walls.

We run until our souls unfold,
Not worrying about wasted time,
Until our story is told.
We stay until the lessons are learned,
Sharp enough to cut the corners
Of the world.

We brave the weather to mend our scars
Fixing shards like model planes
But we’re not the only ones
To love without a perfect heart.

We close our eyes to silver linings
At the risk of breaking apart,
Stabbing blue skies to find the stars.

We run until our souls unfold,
Not worrying about wasted time,
Until our story is told.
But we’re not the only ones
To love without a perfect heart.

The Silenced Mind

So fast, something
Safe can become
A prison.
Walls being too familiar,
Keeping out the world
While tenderly preserving
A monastic sanctity.
When did it all
Become such a threat?
Peace being lost
In the claiming of
Freedom…
So wounded
We wait
We tremble
While wars are being
Fought
Inside the caves
Of the silenced Mind.

We don’t always bloom where we are planted

Sometimes, where we are planted, is not where we will blossom. Having been given feet, it is up to us to journey to where the soil gives the kind of nourishment we need to grow to our full potential. Let us encourage such pilgrimages, not clip each other’s wings, and force iron bars around the soul.

Have you ever walked alone by a snow-glazed sea?

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Have you ever walked alone by a
Snow-glazed sea, with the steady breath
Of tides and the desperate cry
Of seagulls flossing your thoughts,
Blushing to the raw undressing
of the icy wind as it flushes your pores
Clean of memories, and pulls the
Salty homesickness of your soul
Ruthlessly from your blinking eyes.
Have you ever cracked your heart
So hard upon cold black rocks
That old wounds split open and bleed
out into the sea?
Have you ever stood alone,
By a white and blue coast, shivering with release,
As though someone just ripped a bandage off your soul,
asking yourself: What is out there?
What is out there?