“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

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Music

i feel limited by the

instruments i try to play

their sounds are not what i wish to hear

my hands do not itch for frets or keys

they wish to be empty, with ease

so that i can dance

i only want to dance

and sing and not worry about

finger placements

musicians, brothers and friends, make me feel

less

as though my singing alone accounts for

nothing

always making comments about

female musicians – as though it is rare

for a woman to be talented

and so i feel less of a woman for not

desiring to be so

i just want to dance with words

be free in movement, in voice

experiment with falsetto and harmony

explore the reaches of the human instrument

-for this makes me live-

but i do not feel alive

when i am obligated to strive

with wood and metal

such pretty objects

but they hold no fire for me.

Take Oceans With You

take oceans with you

so you don’t run dry

paper all around you

fold and fly

don’t waste the world

don’t change the sky

 

brother wake life has begun

and go to sleep with one eye shut

you don’t want to miss a

single thing

 

take pictures with you

so you don’t lose touch

daydreams are better

but that’s enough

don’t waste the sights

don’t change the lights

 

brother wake life has begun

don’t you want to see it all?

you’ve never walked upon this earth

you shouldn’t waste a

second more

Masks

the heaviness of silver and gold on your face and

robbing you of joy and for all of your pain it

will not go away and for all of your strength it

will not melt away

the way i see it you are on your own the

many years of anguish have taken their toll and

the mask that you wear is a part of who you’ve become and

part of you just won’t let it go

when you strain against it forever hold fast for

your skin and your bones have entwined with the mask and

to lose it would mean losing part of your flesh but

part of your flesh must go

you pull and you worry til the whites of your eyes are

all i can see and then nothing at all while

metal and blood are flecks on your palm and

metal and blood are read on your palm

and you strain against it but it forever hold fast for

your skin and your bones have entwined with the mask and

to lose it would mean losing part of your flesh but

part of your flesh must go and you

strain against it but not even half will

become unattached from the expression you have and

everything else has been freed but your soul it

forever remains below it

forever remains below

The Dawn

i am running off the pages

ink spilling off the edge

the farthest reach of my existence

a few more turns until the end

you’ve yet to open all my secrets

thoughts on people i have met

and no one’s read beyond my preface

or even tried to understand

for this is the story of sleepless nights

and words poured out from the inside

of wishful thinking and wounded eyes

a mind controlled by the darkest lies

i am running out of reasons

to hide away until my death

bloodstained and carried through the seasons

no longer can i pretend

for this is the story of sleepless nights

and words poured out from the inside

of wishful thinking and wounded eyes

a mind controlled by the darkest lies

yes, this is the story of sleepless nights

and words poured out from the inside

but i confess that i was wrong, i was wrong

the night is spent, this is the dawn

this is the dawn

 

 

© 2012 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Well-Wishers

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

A soul can sing

When it’s been freed

And sit above

To watch the march

Of the black dressed women

And the deathbed bearers

And the well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

The well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

With good things said

Of him that fell

A flower’s dropped

On bended knee

But the dark red rose

Cannot bring back life

For a world as lonely

As could be

A world as lonely

As could be

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the cry

That wrenches hope

From which is lies

Here for believing

Before the sight

Not for the voices

Of a haunted night

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Why You Dance

call it what you will but it’s a dance

that moves the very center of your soul

and releases all the hurt you ever had

and forgets every promise that you broke

but you can’t help but start to wonder what you’re for

and you feel it so deeply that you cry

and dreaming isn’t what it was before

and you doubt the point of “who” and fear the “why”

call it what you will but it’s a dance

that you been showing off since time began

and only now you’ve started wondering

why you’re here

and why you dance

you’ve been spinning for so long you’re in a hole

it makes it that much harder to escape 

and the dizzier you are the less control

it seems there’s no way out your present state

you used to like the feeling that it gave

but you’ve seen what it means to be complete

and you know the happiness you felt was fake

and you’re tired of the aching in your feet

call it what you will but it’s a dance

that you been showing off since time began

and only now you’ve started wondering

why you’re here

and why you dance

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Unnamed

He told his story like it was brand new

For the hungry children to listen to

He cleared his throat and he took his time

Because sitting there was all they could do

They left behind all their pains and worries

And imagined life as it was meant to be

As they whistled softly to the minstrel’s music

They thought of places that they couldn’t see

While the world grew colder than ever

You could see it in their eyes that they didn’t feel a thing

And the man was sad when it was over

So he sang another song and left them to their dreams

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

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