looking up

as we look to up to the sky
to feed our imagination
to look beyond the creations in sight
the concrete that bites
the ground into smooth and round, planned corners
the sound of steps, solid echo takes flight
yes, I lift my head to delight
eyes closed for a sight
that I might invent, let myself out of the confines
to sign and call this creation mine
so long as when I've made my rhyme
my eyes will have learned how to look to the sky...


with this same gesture, my head falls face up
looking for anything to pick my soul up
when my internal world goes awry,
when my resolution is to break down and cry.
yes, it's then too that I look to the sky.
It tells me I cannot let myself get by without storming through
my charged reaction
striking my sorrow, rumbling with fear
til there comes a resolve.
and to let my head fall, face up
was the first welcome to the rain
keeping hold of my soul until reality
grants me true clarity built upon the pain of struggle
resolve does not dissolve the trouble;
it evolves.

believe in living

ever since i decided that i would appreciate the good in my life
i took on a burden of happiness
a burden of knowing that things will be fine
every time
i start to cry
and feel wordless and hopeless and tirelessly
energized to express this energy of sadness
of beauty
of deep love that changes me no matter where i am
and who i am
has been linked and fed through this conduit of love
its part of what i'm made of
ever since i decided to see
the greatness in me
i've never been able to lower standards
or decline a helping hand
or oversee the grit and the dirt that is also part of me
out on the streets
without thinking twice
and helping suffice
another's hunger to feed another's life

it's because i've been fed
so much beauty
in the intake of a breath
the depth of the universe
fills my souls chest
i can't let life rest
it's when life caught me at my best
that an ache in my chest grew from the conscious understanding
of a highest form of life
the honey from the hive
sweet tasting and alive
so i strive
in my weakness
to do more than survive
do more than what five fingers can touch and activate
do more than create an escape
to live appreciating the good
to believe in living
is the most difficult task to ever endure
but without that faith, what can life be for?