Anonymous asked: You're quite wonderful.
Why thank you. :]
Dad
Stronger than the dreams you’ve built on,
we stand on the solid foundation of your love.
Kindled by the fire of your passion,
we are a unit—a whole—made to last long.
Overcoming each attack
on what we’ve made,
based on what we lack,
we always find our way back.
Back to smiles,
back to love and back to cheer,
and it’s all because you are here.
You’ve fought off flying monsters,
and nursed the dying song birds,
touching all that lie between.
And the greatest—
it is yet to be seen.
Nine Years
We drive our stolen golf carts
on the backs of fallen soldiers.
Odd imagery—
you shrink at the thought of desecration.
But, worry not, my sweet,
at the memory of their loss.
For, theirs is what we seek—
not the triumphs of the meek.
Powers of Persuasion
Scattered, broken bits of clay
make puzzle pieces—
torched by flame.
The fuzzy edges fade away,
and leave the message bright as day.
Poor metaphors, here,
give the point a way
to make its words work
with a power to stay.
Thoughts
Born out of decay,
we fight the pounding arteries in our minds.
Pumping towards a destination unknown,
it is the power of life sown.
How many seeds find root along the rivers
of our winding capillaries?
How many hopes fade,
finding it too shallow to root,
or too lacking in shade.
Worry not, because
time itself will fade,
and leave nothing from us to save,
freeing us from this life as slave.
Shoved
When push comes to shove,
I’ve been shoved too many times.
I’ve fought too long,
Been too strong,
Kept right in the face of wrong,
But, this, was a straw too many.
Without hope to offer an ante,
I’m out for the luck,
With nothing left to pull me above.
American Dream
Artificial mountains stand under the shadow of advertisements advertising advertisements.
And, you are beckoned to the cemetery that lies beneath as you barrel down the highway.
Headed toward success,
you try and leave these behind.
But, you find you are stuck on repeat,
even, though, you cannot move your feet.
You won’t slow down the fleet.
Kissed by the gold speckled road,
Your path is laid out before you,
You are just a peg in a hole—
stalling in your treadless soles.
Sparks of Life
Crackled pieces of memory ascend like flocks of birds.
A mixture of fright and beauty,
they dominate the horizon of my mind.
Like a torrent,
they flood from my fingertips
turning into the tiny pixels that make these words.
Drink up, because these
are the sparks of life.
Anonymous asked: you are such an inspiration.
Thank you!
Empowered
I could fill this empty cinema player with the words I give as change,
I could light this world afire with the click of a few keys.
Does this make me special,
does this make something worthwhile?
I might sound high,
I might sound mighty,
but you don’t see the reality.
All these things that I am empowered to do,
you can too.
That’s the power of our generation,
to rise above a word made only in imitation.
Take up arms made of pens and boards,
do not stop until they fall in hoards.
