The Idle Bleeding Heart

I cannot help
But think
Of all the hurting
In the world,
My bleeding heart overflows,
My mind searches,
For solutions,
My hands for a task that may bring
A greater peace,
But I am left idle,
Unable to accommodate,
Unable to find a means,
Identify a way,
To use this vessel
To help heal the world,
My words will serve as record,
Of the hearts that bled,
That lives were not forgotten,
That many of those who did “nothing”,
Did not abandon cause,
They searched within their means,
And though made weary
never completely tired of fighting
The machine

An Awakening

It was psychosis,
It was misread input,
It was not true,
But it was real,
And like Alice I fell,
Down a hole,
Into a world,
This world but new
That i’ll never fully understand,
My interpretations of this time
Shift with time,
And it made sense as insanity,
But now I see perhaps the dots connected,
But my fear of them was what was misplaced,
There is a world inside our minds
We may come to know,
It breaks all rules of reality,
And leaves one questioning sanity,
Intuition hints at it’s existence,
And slumber gives a glimpse,
There is more to this
Than meets the eye,
There is more,
More,
A deeper meaning,
Another plane,
Another layer to this reality,
Where impossibilities suddenly make sense,
And messages are within patterns, seemingly ordinary,
There is more to this domain,
It takes an Awakening,
To see it plain

Starlight Despite

Star whom I think of
You are never out of sight
Though your light might not be easily identified,
Your glow radiates on,
Long after you make an impression upon my eye,
You are words that speak to my heart,
And echo the feeling of viewing this imperfect world,
You are hope,
A sign of the good there is,
There always is,
Despite,
For you are love

Lashings

Masks, hoods
are off,
The lashings are linguistic,
Yet none less painful,
POCs nurse their wounds,
Tend their wounded,
And prepare for next moves,
Preparing for the inevitable
next attacks