"Embers Soft Glow"
Winter cold. Crystal lake.
Mood the same, in the wake.
Footsteps covered by fresh snow.
Fire fades out, embers soft glow.
Trudging through the once lush valley.
Tales of peace told, like ancient memories.
Songs echo through makeshift cathedrals.
Chils up the spine, threading the needle.
Weaving together a blood-stained sweater.
Awaiting a flame, to truly know better.
Nice ideas don't make much a dwelling.
There's no business in what i'm selling.
Feelings float, fingers cold.
Waiting to fill, the creative mold.
"White Fluffy Branches"
To walk. To travers, To see with your own two eyes the mystery
and simplicity fused together making a spectacle for audiences everywhere.
Arms stretching out like branches, awaiting blood to
flow through the veins for comfort.
But instead, snow decided to fall which brought comfort with a new complexion.
The branches coated with what i'd call that white fluffy stuff, or snow,
but really it's a sort of answer to prayer.
To be in the midst of it all, only then might we see things for what they are.
The audience claps and critiques even though they don't
fully understand the gravity of this white fluffy stuff.
It's subtle whisperings reminding us not matter hard we try,
we are out of control.
"Proton Pump Inhibitors"
Sometimes it is the invisible that have the most powerful effect on us.
A piece of the puzzle tucked away in our naivety and ignorance.
An underlying cause we never quite considered.
A social gathering with pre-conceived notions going
into it will inevitably turn out how you expect.
But you experience can be separate from the substance itself.
Your believe system and ideas could be contributing to a form of malabsorption.
Where even the nutrients of healthy living are not supporting
your body because there is a blockage.
We've been taught to show caution and exercise beliefs from a young age,
but too of that in one direction of fear or bitterness can limit us to a
weak state of living.
"Not Past Infant Stage"
Masticating and consuming what would best be described as baby formula.
Mash with no taste.
I viewed a futuristic sci-fi film where the humans
ate a gravy-like substance from four separate trays.
Mayby this is what it will come to.
Maybe we're already there.
Maybe we never actually get very far.
The words of caution from our parents don't fully absorb and
we wind up with insecure taste buds.
We don't bother to learn too much and consequently
we steal lifestyles from our closest neighbor.
We work so hard to not "feel" things and tragically we can be successful.
But when there's no taste, no feel, life loses all substance.
It leaves you waddling and crawling around aimlessly, grabbing
and chewing anything you see because you don't know any better.