It Rained All Day

i love this rain.

in the end, it will wash away every evil from the cracks of concrete

break the spirit of every vengeful fire

and ripple as it touches the aging stone.

the downpour will drown your ears with rhythm

and in the mist, you will taste your life, anew.

This World

This world is of course, a beautiful place.
It never stops spinning or spins a day late.
The moving of plates is the only unrest
which could make you believe this world was not blessed.

How blessed was this world?

Its people have love, water and wood.
If they wanted to walk on the moon, they certainly could.
This world is an oasis, it can do no wrong.
Don't listen to cries, hear only this- song.

If you were to yell out, of course you'd be heard.
Soon billions of people would hear of your word.
For in places of desolate, continuous pain,
all human beings set aside their own gain.

Don't be confused when upon horror you stumble,
or be weary when you hear the occasional mumble
of peace, change and hope for all.
Some of us just must take the fall.

How blessed is this world?

Please, examine the world today
Use all you have in you, stand up to say:
"I haven't seen the things I've heard,
and choose to believe the non absurd."
This world was built for more than this
but til pain ceases, there will be no bliss.

Chords

My hands aren't pressing the piano keys
the way I want them to.
Sometimes, I can get a melody out of them.
Even less often, there is a delicate moment
in which
I stop thinking about letters and patterns
more letters and more patterns...
and hear the chain of beauty that my timid fingers created.
But not right now.

My eyes aren't seeing myself
the way I want them to.
They play tricks on me,
tricks on my emotions.

My mind isn't answering the dry, repetitive SAT questions
the way I want it to.
The answers spin around me in circles as I drift away from letters and numbers
more letters and more numbers..
Maybe some things should stay unsolved by letters and numbers.
Stop solving things, stop giving me answers.
I want to be in limbo, leave me here.

Why I Can't Stand Politics

 Note: I'm not sure if this is the final draft of this one yet.

A man is being denied his love, not by the one who loves him back but by an observer of the situation-he doesn't like it.
A family is being denied their food because cash is disappearing from the Earth, and the things we eat come from other places now.
A group is being denied acceptance. They were born the same, but as soon as they entered the light, they suppose, something changed.
A world is being denied its breath, the constant beating of its heart is moving faster and faster as the rays of the sun are trapped inside its overheating, overly thirsty body.
And I, my eyes slowly glazing over and starting to wander away from the things I have seen, am being denied my faith in us, to intersect at a point and finally, to move on from all of this.

Prompt #10: Eyes

Eyes are truth.
This simple lie, so weak and tired, cannot be so.
They guide in our quest to map the world,
but fall short of pure reality.

But perhaps reality can only exist
in the small arena
of which the eyes pay witness.

Life is an endless to do list:
Credits, resumes, opportunity seeking, work.
Life is an endless hike to the unreachable peak:
the tears, the sweat, the headaches, the heartaches.
Life is an endless quest for fulfillment:
finding passion, comfort, stability, home.
Looking ahead, you can see the lists as they lengthen in your mind and spiral out of control.
The spiral staircase is thin and steep and there are no handrails.
One false move and certain doom, stay where you are and you're going nowhere.
I must continue climbing.

But you, somehow, were my little rock that slipped and crumbled the mountain.
With you, the fall was better than the climb.

It's Not the Future

its not the moments i see now,
or the future i envision,
its not the abyss i see ahead of me,
its the journey.
which i can now say
started, lifted me up, led me here
and ended.
its the fact that you
are always behind,
trapped in the past,
never coming back.