the answers we seek
in history, has been taught
time and time again

this is not a poem
but a declaration
of defeat, a concession
the things i can’t change
the feelings i can’t make
as i comeback to this world
i’m not even whole, not even healed
from whatever diagnosis
from whatever disease
that sicks this life
that plunges the heart and mind
i swallowed pills, the happy ones
i even injected acceptance
i’m not even sure if it will lead to healing
or just a temporary silencing
of the chaos, of the storm
that lives within my soul
but whatever it might be
wherever it might take me
i now understand that not all lost battle is a defeat
and not all who concede are weak
and now is my turn, ohhh
i concede to this beautiful life

Bodies Dance
Minds Write
Souls Pray.

I listened to the rain
Whisper back all
The secrets I've ever told it

I saw it cry in streams
And fall into puddles
As I have

I've felt the rain become
As cold as I once let myself be
And as harsh as I could have been

I probably should have spent
More time reflecting on myself, been more like rain.

Been more see through,
helped others grow more. I don't know maybe life would have been more colorful

When you route your life through God
All is always well.

The words of praise and accolades
Are His beneficent gifts.
The treachery, deceit and infamy
Are His divine lessons

Lessons really?
What are they?

Well, actually there is just one
That repeats
Again and again – till we get it.

Open your heart
Expand your mind
Hold all existence
In gentle love