Awakenings forged of nightmares I come face to face with myself again The rational beckons me back from the tempting When it feels like I've had all I can take I refocus to refine and reclaim my mind When emotions sing their lies
Pictures fail my words for vacancy of symbolism All I have is straight shots and basic thoughts Seeking my voice to resound from the pages as before Something more concrete than just telling it like it is
Yet only that a way with words would fail for a way with actions As I contemplate my selfish...
From start to finish I drive through the thick veil of the dark When shadow is a vain shroud to light that greets the horizon I find a symbol in all things When the journey to the destination feels like a wandering My aim is lost for these thoughts that draw me in Yet I pause for a moment and resume onward to another day
Routine and predictable outcomes gauged of our efforts So much work to achieve square one Divided by obligations and simple creature comforts Re-prioritizing to put love in first place again Knowing it all plays out...
Where do I go from here When every word is waiting to be discovered As I mine something more from the depths Hindsight is poetry but the moment is just analysis
Listening as my heart learns to beat past the drone of tragedy Into a deeper call and purpose When darkness finds many a captive audience to shadows We touch with digital fingerprints but scarce have the DNA to show for it
Bring out the highlights of repressed events Where once I found my voice in a serenade of tears Even so they go on spoken in a void that no one hears ...
Pioneering a path to recovery In the motions of self rediscovery Solidify my confidence to prove Iíve got nothing and everything to lose
Another side of myself in the mirror A call to become the man that I know In a place where I flourish and my spirit can grow
Death to perfection for all that I say that comes out wrong My voice cracks like a broken melody for the fractures of a broken song I keep fighting forward despite the ways I fail And fall on redemption with every wayward nail
Empty I am Drawing blanks where once there was a plethora of images Have I anything to say if it is not sorrow? Yet I speak in my aim to conjure the meaning in the moment Waiting for life to find passion once more But it's dangerous to feel How do I say it all again? I quote cliches in my aim to feel them
Just taking it all one day at a time in stride As I move forward and kill my pride I put myself out there one too many times To the point it seems I've nothing more to give these lines
Is this the reality of misery When we give false glory to the pedestal of affliction? And I ask this of the mirror As I dismiss my rights to assume anything on anyone
Pin the sorrow on the heart made a jack ass of When stubbornness finds ego hand and hand with dwelling Depressions bid of self focus breeds intolerance As dissatisfaction makes a god of our preferences
When nothing is nearly as bleak as it appears As hopes are stolen by the boast of illusions The grass is always deadlier on the other side And all weíve been given...
Coming to terms with the unmanageable reality of things Realizing all the ways my behavior causes life to sting Consequence and what is beyond my control When everyday feels like a dysfunctional sense of survival
Reflecting on all things that led up to this What ways have we normalized the chaos within As I reflect on the lineage of the demons behind this collective sense of sin
When life feels like perpetuated tragedies in the melodramas of addiction I learn to reshape and find a way to live out my conviction Everything hurts when I...