A Spirit Lost
Do you remember your first laugh?
Your first love?
Do you remember your first cry?
Your first fear?
Think back to when everything began.
You were a naive little child,
Experiencing it all,
Growing up all too fast.
Wandering,
Incessantly.
Waiting for something,
But you couldn’t tell what.
Fearing everything,
And also nothing.
Confidence surrounds you,
But that of a fool.
Eventually, even the fool evolves.
His spirit trails off,
Roving invariably,
Until he finds his next step.
A migrating nomad,
Searching for his spot in the world.
Meandering along,
Finding his voice.
He can elevate all he wants,
But if he refuses to adapt,
He’ll never know what he’s missing.
He’ll move through life without knowing.
Waiting for his chance to ascend,
He’ll rise through the stratosphere if he could.
Progressing through the ranks,
Reaching new peaks.
And on the occasion he missteps,
He doesn’t freak out.
It’s a lesson,
Not a failure.
Once he realizes this,
He takes a step back
And quiets the storm inside.
He can regain his footing.
Don’t count him out.
It’s not a restart,
It’s a reset,
And he deserves all of the grace he can give.
Things may seem bleak,
He may want to quit,
But he knows deep down,
He’s doing what he’s meant to do.
We all have our path.
We keep moving.
We keep learning.
That’s the beauty of our journey.
Open your mind.
Find the right way for YOU.
Sometimes magic is apparent all around,
Other times you actively have to find it.
You may have to find yourself again,
But who you are was never gone.
You didn’t just disappear,
You just couldn’t see it anymore.
And sometimes getting lost along your path is the answer.
There’s always another way to find.
And unless you’re moving backwards,
You’re not going the wrong way.
You just have to be open to it.
Just put one foot in front of the other.
You can’t just stop.
Not even when obstacles block the entire path.
It’s always a choice to be hopeful.
It opens you up to be more creative.
On the other side of a breakdown,
Is a break through.
One day you’ll look at the sky,
At the stars,
And see what you’ve been missing all along,
Was yourself.
When you choose you,
You choose love.
You may have been through a lot,
But you’re still filled with light.
Life happens.
Death happens.
Loss happens.
We must adapt.
The world happens.
Cruelty happens.
Adversity happens.
We can’t just leave ourselves behind.
And after everything that happened to you,
You’re still loving.
You’re still true to yourself.
You’re still you.
A spirit lost can find its way again.
A spirit lost still has its magic.
A spirit lost will find its way again.
A spirit lost is just waiting to reawaken.
Where Do We Go?
Where do we go
When the sky darkens,
The clouds become black,
And winter doesn’t stop?
Where do we go
When the sun fades,
The moon falls,
And light is swallowed up?
Where do we go
When the heavens fall,
The stars dim,
And the rain refuses to cease?
Where do we go
When Hell rises,
The gates open,
And unleash demons unto us all?
Where do we go
When the Earth dulls,
The trees are remembered as graves,
And death follows us around?
Where do we go
When nature turns its back on us,
Animals can no longer trust us,
And we must reckon with what we’ve done?
Where do we go
When the fire surrounds us,
The ground never stops shaking,
And the flames constantly rain down?
Where do we go
When the buildings burn down,
The streets are filled with rubble,
And the land we live on is unrecognizable?
Where do we go
When the water is infested,
We are so infected,
And we can’t comprehend the damage we’ve done?
Where do we go
When the “once in a lifetime” floods continue,
We have no where to run,
And the land slowly returns to the sea?
Where do we go
When the air is polluted,
The crops can’t grow,
And the soil is toxic?
Where do we go
When everything around us is dreary,
The world we knew is now baron,
And we have no one to blame but ourselves?
Where do we go
When Judgment Day finally arrives,
We find out Adam lied on Eve,
And he really ate the apple?
Where do we go
When humanity loses itself,
We are so engrossed with individualism,
And we don’t even care to know what others go through?
Where do we go
When we realize every chain we have,
Even the invisible ones,
Get tighter and dig in deeper?
Where do we go
When life becomes miserable,
We all lose our spark,
And we are devoid of light?
Where do we go
When they take everything from us,
We have no civilization left,
And we have no right to life?
Where do we go
When the aftermath hits us,
We have nothing to do but hide,
And you and I can’t even feel the sun again?
The False God
The world feels different.
Even the rain feels heavier,
As if it learned sadness
From the bodies it lands on.
The sun still shines.
It rises every day.
As if the darkness that tries to drown it,
Has no effect on it.
The clouds seem to feel burdensome,
And ever expanding.
As if those in the ground taught them
To be denser and unforgiving.
The Earth still sings her songs,
But few continue to listen.
As if the False God is winning the battle,
But we refuse to lose the war.
There is still an ancient pulse,
That rot cannot replicate,
A flame that corruption cannot drown,
A rebellion that fear cannot suppress.
Compassion and empathy are our greatest tools.
Stay luminous.
Do not yield your tenderness.
Do not give them your permission.
The screaming coming from beneath the soil,
The people you’ve helped push down 6 feet under,
The humans we were taught to fear,
The slaves you’ve built your life on top of.
We were told they were inferior.
We were told they didn’t matter.
Like the need to have “the help,”
Was more important than their lives.
We see new strange fruit hanging at home,
At least once a month.
We hear of yet another air strike abroad,
Almost every day.
You’ve been warned for decades.
You’ve been lied to for centuries.
We’ve been drafted for this.
We’ve upheld this.
Like the peddling of falsehoods
Is more important than anything.
More important than you,
And more important than me.
The propaganda seems to work a little too well.
The lies propagate daily.
Teaching us to worry about each other,
Instead of who actively kills the planet.
These politicians would rather have empty forests
And green lined pockets,
Than the other way around,
And helping all of us.
Including them,
And you.
But you stay callous to the truth,
Hoping you can one day gain their respect.
Living life like it’s “The Crucible”
Making a problem out of nothing
Acting like it’s the only problem,
But your problem is you’re losing the power that you thought you had.
You act like you’re so virtuous,
Like you’ve never sinned before.
But you’re running around judging,
Without ever learning more.
You know you’re running from something,
You just can’t decide what it is.
And when people point it out,
You deny, defend, depose.
Like you’re Thomas Putnam.
And you just lost your Ruth.
But just like Putnam,
You refuse to see the truth.
We could show you a real witch hunt.
Let’s find the pedophiles and rapists
Who you hide behind every single one of you.
Who you hide between every diversion.
The ones you hide behind every blacked out line,
And the ones you throw away the second it gets too tough.
What?
You think we can’t read between those lines?
You think no one sees what’s been going on?
You can’t keep holding this together for much longer.
The people are waking up,
To every story that crumbles before our eyes,
To every call to action that echoes a voiceless cries.
Further fracturing every foundation
Until nothing can ever stand.
Further breaking a broken system
Until every single one of us can break free.
A building built on a fractured foundation,
Will never stand the test of time.
A life built on lies will crumble,
And if merely telling the truth makes your life fall apart,
It was too fragile to begin with.
How do you spend so much time with the Lord,
And go to worship him,
But have more in common with the Devil?
And basically do his work for him.
Your False God is for deception.
Your False Prophets are for profit.
Your False Idol is for “redemption.”
Your False Scriptures are for control.
I pray you don’t get preyed on.
Don’t send your False God on us,
For we are Legion,
And you wouldn’t torment the ones pleading for help.
Would you?
