Lets dance

Let’s Dance

I do believe I’ve found a strength not one wrought of iron but of spirit. 

It flows like hot honey, thick with passion, encompassing all I do.

A gift given from Devine inspiration.

 It has dwelled within my soul.

..you always knew it was there.

You always knew,

I am gullible

Though I'm not always trusting in you,

My faith is like a sapling; unable to endure the winds of a storm or the fires of this world.

My largest consistency is my wavering faith.

To trust and not trust...it’s a dance between us.

 A waltz around my existence.

But today,

Today I trust. Today, I believe. Today, I live. 

Yet, tomorrow. 

Tomorrow is a different day. 

Asperations

          Asperations

Like snakes in a can, I long to launch into the heavens, shocking all who see me.

But instead, I lie stuck in a tar called sorrow.

I fear the thought of future has us losing our mindfulness of today.

My heart aces for those around me.

I wish to see all of you waking into your greatest success, but bondage lies in your wake due to your feeling of hopelessness.

Hmm…

Hopelessness,

A man I’m well acquainted with.

My mind is always racing.

Going forward and back like a train, or rising and falling like the moon.

When I'm awake, I find myself stuck in a cycle that was crafted for me.

Aspirations built by Passion, yet Fear is the conductor, and he only sees the way in or out. Incapable of turning or making a change.

Most days I have no problem with him. His cycles... they bring comfort. The kind that warms you like hot tea down a cold gullet.

Unlike Passion.

That bastard,

That bastard taunts me... he is always there shaking an idea in the air likes its today’s hottest news.

He requires Fear to swap his seat with Confidence; a man I am far from familiar with during this wake.

He has ever been the mountain in the distance.

Though…

It’s a different story in my sleep.

There, I am a different man.

I embrace Passion and Confidence like we are brothers, accomplishing all I desire. There is nothing we can’t concur.

One day, I may never wake. I may find myself with Confidence in the conductor’s seat, leading me to my greatest aspirations.

That will be it.

That's when I can launch like snakes from a can. 

Foundations

Foundations

Stuck between a silver cap and a concrete foundation.

Powerless to change anything I remain waving for a seemingly powerless nation. 

Day by day, I rise and fall finding myself surrounded by people who are missing a calling of greatness. 

Tangled in a mess of entertainment and argumentative spirits, they fail to see that we are losing what has made us strong.

Togetherness.

My dwelling place should be at the top. For I have stars and stars belong in the sky, and they remind us of the heavens and the goals to which humankind aspires.

Yet I fail to see it.

Instead I find myself..... half mast.

On those days I remind those of suffering. 

If I had hands they would be stained red, but instead I have stripes.

Clay red beyond natural pigmentation, ruined by misguided minds. While arguments reign, so do the bullets.

Our young run with passion yet; we have created a world for the passionless.

Instead we focus on money and success.

Our worth determined by wealthiness instead of believing in the God given gift of  worthiness.

Yet I can do nothing.

Can you?

Dear sir, can you?

Madame, can you?

You have hands, surely it can be you.

Surely you change the situation.

Surely you can change our nation.

Or are those hands just for bringing me back down?

Stuck between a silver cap and a concrete foundation.