silk and skin

So young but antiquated

searching over my skin.

Waiting for the glow to hit it just right

so I can see all thats just underneath the surface

trying to catch a glimpse of all that hides, barely within.

The hills and valleys hidden by the day light

and never to be seen by the common man.

Once built up, strong, impenetrable, and callused

now so easily torn like silk and thin.

Feet at one time so strong

now cracked and bleeding.

My arches feeling as if the were to snap

like our dignities did from the storms back in '96

how i wish that memory was fleeting.

To be gone and never come back.

The journey seems quick

but the trip is so tiring and tediously long.

Every step my ankles cracking,

like the nights my mother would hear me in the halls

feeling better and finally able to sleep knowing i was home,

and my knees feeling of a vagrants face.

Wrinkled with miles behind them and stories to tell,

and never in one place.

Waking up everyday still feeling old and worn,

hallow, feeling nothing inside... just a shell.

My heart struggles to keep pace

one beat at a time with two less than the three before.

The blood rushing from my face like the flock geese in spring,

knowing like i once thought i did, home will always be back north.

Now seeing spots as the room spins and my head hitting the floor.

Opening my eyes hours later realizing:

i am not what i was once was, the bleeding from my head,

and that what I do does not define me.

It is not where i am or where I make my bed,

I am but a child searching for faith no bigger than a mustard seed.

It took heartache and pain, but i was once a blind wretch...

and now i see.

man made

Gasping on lies spewed into our once clean air
from once clean men
full of conviction and once clean hands.
Breathing in toxins of a world
hell bent on their made up lies
and made up minds...
conjuring up made up times.
We fought for something we were lead to believe
was once free.

So many slated blind, willingly.
So many with no state of mind,
stagnant, no sense of disparity.
We, a race of hate and everything fake

bleeding into the earth like poison only to damage and contaminate.
My heart is at a loss for anything audible or even words not in haste.

This is a world only man could create.

Lies, deceit, anguish, adultery, gluttony, and hate.

You are not as you believe.

Go, fall asleep and dream of a life lived full and free.

No more disease filled buildings and dirty streets

but a world of vast forests built up from the roots of thousand year old trees.

Mountains formed by time to shape the clouds and climb higher until they

spill out onto the beaches where all is forgiven and sins cast out into a seemingly bottomless sea.

Go, fall asleep and wake up to see that you don't need to dream.