To Just Be There

In the blink of an eye I see I know not what I was saying
I could not fathom what I was doing
Jumping into the ocean without a raft or knowledge
I took this plunge to quickly while your feet were cemented to the ground above
Here I was drowning, and realizing
My feet were cemented too
What was I thinking, why was a grasping at a ghostly image
Not really there
But still a soothing presence
But now I think I understand
You spent so much time swimming amongst the fish
When you were meant to walk on earth
And you have only been there for a bit of time
But you were worried of doing it alone
Because some would make you go back to the ocean
But this time, patience is key
the time could be at hand or not
But you need time to take in the oxygen
And spread your toes in the grass
Welcome home to freedom,
I won't try to dive again,
Not at this moment, maybe not ever,
If we are not meant to be this place,
Built upon sand,
Good, but fleeting as the tide rushes in
Battering everything into flat surfaces void of dimension
I'm calm and collected,
Here I go.

Distances Measured in Promises

I'll start this new post by saying it has been a good long while, but this blog is still getting attention so I figured I should post something new, so here goes.

Despite what you say, what you do, how you feel, or how you think
There is still a white light that shines through your perforated vision
Something unique and detachable, reachable, perchance retractable
This solititude I feel, is incomplete, because no man should be solo
The falling trees and the shaking earth, your conscience battered and bruised,
Contemplating suicidal tendencies but never suicidal action
You balance your belief system on the lies of your childhood,
And fall into your pits of fire like they were pools of water
And although you contemplate brighter times, you repeat dark days
Finding fault in the broken glass, but still embracing it
You are bloodied and broken
Crying out, but holding on to this rageful, spiteful vengeance,
That you continue without fault to do to yourself,
Here in this place about you, there are clouds of diminished capacity,
You see me fragile, and distraught, a smile upon the face of a porcelain doll
But strength abounds for under the fragile is rock
So when the earthquakes , and the tornadoes bruise your ego, and your passions
I will still be here, a little worse for wear but in tact,
It isn't blasphemy to curse God for this, because he cursed us first
Made us human, made us suspetible to mistakes, and stupidity
To knowledge and foolishness, he gave us not only the tools for our creation
but also the tools to lead to our ultimate destruction
I don't pretend to be a philosopher, nor would i want to be,
These impossible questions, with ridiculous solutions, since there are none
Are not reality's.
to the point at hand however, we are not perfect little flowers,
But I am not a rabid dog,
Perhaps a simple red fox,
Weaker, and vulnerable, but boxed in a corner, prepared to defend, and survive as best I can
Maybe the world will swallow whole that goodness that I want to stand for,
and maybe one day you can see this too, all of you, the you's out there in all this world,
Catastrophe is at hand,
But it is avoidable, and I will be here till i'm not,
And then i'll be gone forever if seasons do not change.