Arduous Ascension

Don’t let yourself fall privy to excuses,
butter up your bruises,
abuses will slip from the surfaces they cruise;
and the crisis your fighting is lying,
those arms are made for flying,
no crying or reality denying;

Aimed for over the moon but it’s tricky,
the target isn’t sticky,
picky choices make your skin feel really icky;
and no, it’s not all in your head,
you really heard what was said,
what led you to find comfort amongst dread;

Treaded on the path that’s much less traveled,
looks like thickened quicksand but its gravel,
cavil comments won’t make the truth quickly unravel;
each step is heavy, but it’s made,
trust, be not afraid
hindsight to reveal you’re really glad you stayed.

Literary Cluster Pt .5

I. When you wish upon a star
no one tells you its a sham
makes no difference who you are
the whole thing is just a scam

II.
Just because I’m not heard
doesn’t mean I’ll resort to silence
There is always violence
But it spurs no results so I’ll
pursue the enlightened guidance
that I’m provided
Instructed to scream it all out
and without out a doubt
I’ll attract tons of nonsense
It’ll reign on my conscience
That I have to be honest
Only one road to obtain solace
promises
I’m not just a novice
experience has shown me your hand
revealed all your plans
and risked your demands

III.

And I’ll take them to the grave
Every secret that I’ve saved
Of all the hidden wrongs and rights
And hasty choices that I’ve made
The consequences made me brave

IV.
How do I let go if I didn’t know I was holding on in the first place?
How do I forget those chocolate brown eyes
if I didn’t notice I memorized your face?
How do I erase memories that changed who I am and everything I have become?
How do I live with pretending to know nothing of who you are or where you’re from?

V.

Hey there sour puss

What’s with the puckered face

Got your self a taste of bitter

In this wicked, wicked place

Tongue a little pinched and punched

Eyes squint, filled with wet despair

Mindless drones will send you home

But its no better there

VI.
I caught a flight down to Georgia
tried to get my bearings back
Stepped off the plane and felt the
heat trickle from my forehead to my collar bone
It was muggy
But it meant I felt something
Something other than the arrow to my
heart
because all I ever feel is pain
Its the easiest thing to feel
So there I was
standing in what I could only assume some
form of hell felt like
Dehydrating flames
Draining my moisture without movement
and all I could think to do was
get back on that plane and face everything
that I was running from

Facing Giants

I’m enamored by the fear
It’s what brings me close to here, to the place
where I can’t recognize my face but
am able to sustain that
I can feel

something

And when the time draws nigh
for me to stand straight, eye to eye
with the imp whose caused
my cowardice
My lack of strength broadens
and puffs up my chest

with air

Easily deflated but I fake it till I
make it because where I stand, eyes aglow,
fist clenched hands
I will show no mercy, my reflection
not myself so I can be whomever I choose
And that choice supplies a
confidence that I

am strong

Or not, because after all its fight or flight,
and with all wrongs there are all rights,
but it takes might to admit that I am weak
yet in the face of confrontation, I’ve placed myself
inside my fear, perfectly not myself but
everything in me and that has been
because of that

I win

William

Little William
He carried his hero everywhere
to protect him from the things he didn’t know
and the things that he did
His bones grew weary in both
strength and height from the countless
times he crouched to hide from the monsters
within his home
His hero, stuffed in his back pocket,
granted him invisibility most times
For if they were to find him, they would leave him black and blue again
And he just didn’t have the time to be in pain
he didn’t have time to be afraid
not anymore
because little William had a plan
with his hero in hand,
he was going to settle the score

Say It Right Out Loud

I am controversial,
saying things I’m not supposed to at just the wrong time.
Timing is everything after all
and what is truth without its brutality?
Just another formality to spare the feelings
of the saps who claim to change the world
one white lie at a time.
Slow down there, don’t want to be taken seriously.
It’s really no big mystery how things
have gotten to be misshapen,
with everyone holding their tongues
and minding their mouths.
Secrets, secrets, secrets,
whats with all the secrets?
Gasps and shocked glares because my lips sink ships.
Free speeches for whoever will listen
and any facts that are missing can be found
on the old trusty web, because books are
outdated anyway, right?
Then I wind up in these messes where
my inappropriate commentary , or the contrary,
becomes the center of attention because
I’ll say what everyone else is thinking but
haven’t the gusto to say.
It’s a price I’m willing to pay.

Oak Strong

Still and bold,

the mantled Oak holds constant;

harbouring a history rich in secrets,

it’s branches strained against the urge to fall

Strong natured,

obedient to its oath of silence and immortality,

loyalty splintered deeply beneath its calloused layers,

greeting trials and tribulation,

an invitation to challenges brewed by Dyeus,

no match made as its wood fights fire with flames sparked by its mothers core;

and there it shall stand for periods more