beyond the curtains

curtains
unrecognizable: the distance beyond.
A place where refuge is found
in stories behind faces behind chances behind fences and closed books
all the places we can’t-but are
didn’t say-but stand convinced
so secure in reason like mud
weighing down the soles of our shoes

we lie about pretending
and feel lost in a web called accomplishment
clarity to chaos come-
when rocky turns in the path cause us to exist
convicted by the almighty agenda

I think this world is our hindrance
from opening the curtains

beyond here

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embroidered feathers for toes
she soars today
tomorrow is scary and yesterday is too much weight
to keep light enough to fly
they say
if gold were the color of stars
search for gold in souls-
sift through the deepest sand
remember to make it all un-perfect
dreams and consistency
water and waves
if only if she could if she did she didn’t
she should she shouldn’t
stop the dissipating, decentralized examination of life
If she spoke louder, if she didn’t speak at all
again they repeat a hymn..
a slogan, a song on continuous flow
she and they-told to follow the leader
told to be or not, not to pretend but to act
to surrender or to flee
she realizes life in the moments
when her disbelief becomes her guide

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there will be freedom
freedom is as freedom is
a daybreak in the march
a song that directs the confusion
I’ll call it forever
as ever as ever is
let this dream float from our lips
so wide, so vast
searching for what to believe
afraid of the reminiscence of speech
talking without a sound
thinking without a plan
find me here find me
as pure as eyes were created to be
make it all that we see
close this day all alone
let our feet be greeted
by a place called hope

tuning in


when the World is out of rhythm
she can not hear the beat
hearts lost on lonely streets
chasing after reason
she can’t catch up
to the aching soles of their feet

when the sounds don’t sound as sweet
the tone is dripping with melancholy
she hears everything she doesn’t believe

when their eyes look in the distance
out of focus, out of words
out of time to create a melody
not where they need to be

when the pages are played out of sync
out of blood and tears and debt
misconceptions of peace

when her dreams start to fade
feels her soul start flickering
she hears a song
and the birds distract the patterns of people
and the trees start to sway
the drummer walks his own way
a simple song changes her day