Deceiving, this sweet golden light
this warm, rich sun
this orange sky
your face aglow like candlelight
we drink it up
we soak it in
the trees that burn
reveal it’s sin
One side ash
The other side gold
For no thing exists
That is not whole
Perfect sunsets drenching skies
Something’s born
Something dies
Do you feel Her — Our Country?
She is weeping
She is desperate that we come out of such wasteful dissonance
Our Ignorance
I blame you and you blame me
But we are on the same side again This Evil
All this violence erupting
Volcanic bursts of killing
Have we become a nation of amputees?
There is a fine line between waiting and deteriorating
Between Consideration and Paralysis
Have we be become the goddamn avocados of the world?
Too ripe or too rotten
Can we not call a spade a spade
But leave the spades who are not spades out?
What is so hard about that?
Who lies there, in the corner, covered in blood today?
It is your mother and my mother
It is your friend and my friend
Our Nation
Our Country
Our Earth
Our Selves
We cry out in reverberating wails of frustration and sadness and anger
But Know This:
Evil does not only not listen, It thrives on our painful confusion
And so I might remind you now —
Jesus came with a sword
The good warrior knows when to retreat and when to draw
Differentiation is key
You are not the Evil
So listen with me
Let us act in consciousness, together
Let us be These United States
Or tomorrow will just be
Another Today
— KH
Can’t believe I feel it now
I feel it now
This was the fire, missing
Lit up from the inside-out
Barely alive
Graying embers curling into smokey ashes
Flames dying
Can’t believe It found me now
What I sought in others
Found in myself
Outside in, and inside out
Stoked the burning pieces back to life
High, high, racing wild
Caught on fire
Fierce and bright
Can’t believe I feel It now
Something barely gasping breath
Brought back into life
Somewhere in me flames are dying
Somewhere else they’re brought to
Life
I can handle emotions, explosions
Such commotion in motion
From the unconscious ocean
You tried to drown me when you found me on the shores of Devotion
A catalyst for The Analyst who lives in this skin
while Sirens beckoned so sweetly
“Come back in, come back in…”
Melodic voices drenched wretched with sin
You bound my wrists and my eyes
Plugged my ears
Threw me in
But when you learned to slither, friend…
I learned to swim
You thought me lost
The Sacrified lamb
But I’d gone to hell — got acquainted with Hades
Befriended the devils
And that lamb?
Oh so tasty
Still don’t know it’s name was
But it sure wasn’t ‘Katie’
The Time has arisen, I’m out of my prison
Hell made me Whole
Clear is my vision
The Sirens may call but my ears do not listen
No infection in my direction
From dismembered dissection
Put myself back together
In perfect imperfection
I call myself servant
Head down and gaze in
The one Call I answer?
The Call from Within
I don’t know why you affect me like you do
Can’t even write yet without sobbing about you
Had three of my best friends reach out to me
Told me of your passing because they knew
They knew how I loved you
How can it be
That someone we don’t even know personally
Affects us so deeply
Touches such Humanity
That place in us all where we feel Divinity
And we felt yours
Not just the other day
When the car burst into flames
When the joy ride of your life
Took you away
No not just then
Your life was felt while you were here!
Could there be anything that matters more
Presence being felt
Just knowing you were Here meant something to me
And I only understand that from the sharp realization
That now you’re gone
I was out buying a curtain rod
Looked down at the text I got
“Paul Walker died.”
Felt my heart drop
It wasn’t about your fame or your beauty
But the light that shone through
Your humility and honesty
And blue-eyed speaking truth
And that smile
Oh that smile
That when you graced us with it
Everything else melted away
I promise I will carry it within me
Even as I ache
There will never be another smile
Quite
The same.
One more
A symbol
What darkness within
That you fought silently, privately
Trudging through
No addict, like me, will ever judge you
The ones who have No Experience
Walking razor’s edge
Will toss out opinions
Sharp and hurtful
Empty of meaning
Ignorance and judgment in place of feeling
They won’t ever understand
They will just blame
But you and I, my friend,
We are the same
It is only a choice
Sometimes
Not everyone will get that line.
But those of you who do –
Well, this one’s for you
I whisper now
My desk to your grave —
I know how you fought
I know you were brave
We don’t always win the game that you played
(Though I know very well that this was no game)
Your Soul up for grabs
As the demons, they raged
A light went out
Like they do every day
But that don’t mean that Life isn’t changed
The Warfare of the Psyche
Is no fucking game
Those who don’t know it intimately
Ought just give their Thanks
I honor you, friend
Your Death no place for shame
The fight that you fought…
You and me
Quite
The same.
In the distance
A warrior cries
A girl breathes out
A Sage has died
Something Deep’s been brought to life
Unconscious things direct the wise
‘Til Truth reveals Age-Old lies
The Wise then question their label of “wise”
The girl mourns and sighs,
How can I ever trust The Whys?
When their Answers are hidden in such plain sight
And wearing such a believable Disguise…
But
In the distance
A warrior cries
She hears the voice
She knows Inside
Something dead is now alive
A treasure Unearthed from a far-away place
A taste of dark, generational waste
That lived in her while Life she faced
Unknowing that this poisonous Slice
Wound up her soul like ivy vines
From her very First Cry
To her first breath in
Unintentional Parental Sin
But
In the distance
A warrior cries
The girl breathes out
A Sage has died
Something Deep’s been brought to life
The girl breathes in —
Alive again
A Sage reborn
Wisdom lives.
Well you were just a memory:
A fallen leaf off a winter’s tree.
And so I left you – blatantly —
There on the cold, barren street.
I found no more You for me –
A once-green leaf now brown and weak;
A final teardrop etched down your cheek –
Brittle, dying – you chose to sleep! –
Became the shriveled leaf in that cursed street.
If only I could have changed your mind,
Why, I would have made it so!
I ache to think how you gave in,
How your cracks began to show.
Then…Nothing More was left of you…
So Winter made it snow.
I could not mourn that haunted night
Nor those that passed by after.
I stayed frozen (to the snow’s delight) –
Feared the memory of your laughter.
But the snow did melt, ‘course the leaf was gone…
No trace You ever existed.
In its place the sweetest pain –
The pain I had resisted.
I welcomed Her now,
Wretched heaviness came —
From Winter’s numb to Springtime rain;
Perhaps with time, my love will fade…
My hope for an ever-after.
Now you are just a memory:
A fallen leaf off a winter’s tree
It was you who left me – blatantly —
There on the cold, barren street.
Who are we to take the seat of Judge
When the Universe itself does not?
Who are we to cut down our own highest ideals
By ripping apart the beliefs and values of our fellows?
The Circle of Life does not start at birth and end at death.
For a circle, if you will recall, has no points at all.
Our limited human view makes us pick a moment on the wheel:
We call it Birth;
We call it Beginning.
We break down the unimaginable, the unknowable,
The Mysterious –
Into small, digestible, human fragments of False Wisdom
That claim we can know something which we –
Quite simply,
Cannot.
Consciousness gives us only so much.
Science, Psychology –
Gifts that offer brief flashes of Knowing.
And for these we are grateful.
But we must not mistake gratitude as some Fixed Truth.
All That Is,
Outside of those knowable points –
Is The Unconscious.
It is The Great Awe that is
Every.
Other.
Unseen.
Point.
And so, we may seek to Know
But may we remember, on our journey,
To lay down our judgements of ourselves.
This first.
And in ending that internal war,
We will find peace with our neighbor –
And Freedom instead of Fear
In the beautiful, dark Arms of
What Cannot Be
Understood.
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