Monday, May 10, 2010
Secrets
Holding tight
Hoping that it will slip through my fingers
So that my hands will be free
I have hands that long to touch and feel
Do as other hands do
Instead they hold my secret.
Few know my secret
But many talk
Their gossip poisoning the ones around them
Continuing like a rain that never ends.
If they only knew or if they could just feel
Then they would understand
And all dialogue would cease.
My secret is warm and benevolent
It knows me, completely, yet does not judge
My secret holds my heart
A heart that is covered in band-aids,
Kept together with Elmer’s glue,
And marked FRAGILE on the side.
I fear my secrets unraveling
Only because I know what lies in store.
Society’s scrutiny,
Suspended above my head like a gavel ready to fall
My life, forever changed
Possibly for the better
Possibly for the worst
My love for my secret is unwavering
My want is great, everyday this secret becomes harder to keep
I want to scream, tell the world about the treasure I hold
Instead I whisper in code and hide my love behind a mask
Living inside my charade, living out the part I created
Staying between the lines of “friendship”
I dream of grasping your hand in the sunlight
Instead of lightly touching your fingers in the dark
I remember all of the times, not seeing you when I want to
Doing everything not to raise the alarm
But I have to ignore my feelings
For the benefit of someone I do not know.
We live in the shadows and the darkness
Hiding the truth from the light of day
Standing alone, holding our secrets
Hiding our love from those we do not trust
Praying to God for a relief
Holding on to the distant hope that we can one day stand together
Together, not holding secrets, but showing the world our unyeilding love.
Song For Haiti
Hear my song
Song of my people
Song of my heart
Lift your prayers to my crumbled city
A city once full of hope
Now, hope is hard to find
Even in a passing glance.
My city once held my dreams
Dreams now lie among the desolate horizon
Full of death and pain.
My heart shattered as I felt the vibrations of foreshadowing
Screams, Cries, Panic
My life streamed before
My widened eyes
As the world crumbled to nothing
Mother, Father, Sisters, Brothers
Hold strong, worry not
For the weight is not much
And the blood shed little.
They will find my soon I know
For the voices come closer everyday
As the warm light becomes more tempting.
Hear my song
Song for my Haiti.
I See You
Sometimes
I take things for granted.
Friendship
Family
The sound of the wind
Precious moments that cannot be returned
But more than anything
I take you for granted.
I let words run from my mouth
That in my heart I do not mean.
They run wild in front of you
Tearing away at your very thin outer shell
Yet I cannot see this.
I cannot see the pain that I am putting you through.
Well, could not see.
Today, I saw your pain.
I saw how my words ripped through you.
You tell me it is okay,
But it is not okay.
The pain in your eyes says more than you could ever imagine.
So, I am making a change.
No more will my lips allow hurtful words to grace your ears.
You are so magnificent in my eyes
And I want to show you that not only through actions
But words as well.
So, please take my hand
And forgive the road of hurt that lies behind.
Think only of our wonderful escape that beckons
How I Know You
Good morning
Shitty coffee is a great start to a fucking nightmare,
Your body feels like a million pounds lying beside me
And truth be told sometimes I don’t want it there.
Sometimes you are new to me
But not the way you should be
You are not the nice surprise or the shiny new toy
You are the odd stranger sitting beside me on the subway
The one that I will never know.
You are a mystery.
You cover you words with a veil
Secret codes that only you can crack
Yet you want me to understand you.
But how?
All that I want is a clear understanding as to why
You cast me aside at times when you should be holding me closest
How you cannot see my struggle, yet pretend to know my pain.
Why are we pretending?
We live in a fantasy
That I fear will crumble at our feet when placed beneath the microscope of perfection.
I am afraid, but willing to face whatever lies ahead.
I just hope that you are willing to take the journey as well.
Explorations
And you did not even have to utter a word.