Sleepwalkers

A sense of motivation lost in translation,

carrying a burden of someone else's past.

Render the results until a mangled

piece of newsprint juts out the other end.

Disguised as good news,

it trembles with words of imperfections

that lead groups into political rooftops,

shouting irrelevant material to people

whose purpose relates to truth and not bended words.

A screech for help protrudes,

so it's muffled and fed with stimulants & downers,

which leads the individual back in line

with fellow sleepwalkers.

A slip-up catches an eye,

then questioning comes into play.

But this is not playing at all:

it's a dig at the heart,

so far that we actually question who we really are.

Thinking we're doomed to a tortured life

filled with numbness & disappearing words.

Secret crowds form in warm, loving places

to awaken the sleeping.

iridescent

I see you as a translucent container

awaiting to illuminate and occupy

every corner you created in your mind.

Yet I ponder on when you will flip the switch

to discover the magnificence which glows

to the ends of the universe,

creating & sharing a whisper of secrets

without ever saying a word.

But I shall never worry because

a choice deserves its own space,

even if you need to arrive anew

in another life to hopefully create a new path,

which involves remembering the soul.

Honestly, I lost the feeling of being unconscious

because all I know now is

the graceful goosebumps that ripple down my meridians

through each devoted laugh, sigh, and breath.

With light playing a most unusual instrument within me,

I literally become the music to orchestrate

a oneness in consciousness.

The world: my symphony,

and although some strings may be missing,

the band is still complete.

Everyone sings on their own pedestal occupying the stage,

even you my dear,

your voice equally compares to other vocals.

So channel your deepest feelings and send them

into the light where all misconceptions become one thing,

but not even a thing: NO THING

Nothing.

My Place

My favorite place is not a place at all,

it's a space I grew inside myself,

to break down all the walls.

Far from logic, close to bliss,

here is where heaven and earth collide,

tangled in a kiss.