What was I thinking?
I’m not even sure that
I know the answer to
that question. Did I ever
mention that, no matter,
the intention, thoughts
become suspended? Days
of my past mix together.
Former ideas whirl around
like a reverberating sound.
I couldn’t tell you what I was
thinking. All I know is what
I was feeling. Hindsight is 20/20.
Some days were bad even when
it was sunny. I look back before
walking through the next door.
Out of the darkness crawled
a monster once feared.
He was casted out, shunned,
and painted as a freak.
The monster never understood
why people hated him.
Before they got a chance
to get to know him, they threw
him away. The monster didn’t
know where to go and,
clearly, he could not stay.
He just wanted to play
with peers his age, but
others avoided him like
the plague. One dreadful
night, the monster was
taken out of sight, far
away from any light.
Many years have passed
without much movement
from the monster until
one day, he heard people
talking outside of his cave.
With the strength he gave,
out of the darkness crawled
a monster now reborn.
The monster visited those
who threw him out
and demanded an apology.
With shock and remorse,
of course, they said sorry
before taking off in a hurry.
The monster took over
the village, not before
a great pillage. He became
the thing they called him:
a monster. He did not feel
bad due to the days he
was sad. The monster
once thrown away found
a new place to play.
We work most of our days
for a false profit. The richness
we seek will surely leave us
weak. Day in and day out,
we lose ourselves in the vast
shadow that society casts.
We chase paper that means
nothing in the end. We search
for happiness that only exists
inside of our hearts. We yearn
for love, but find ourselves
lost inside of price and cost.
Every day, we feel empty due
to the temptation of possessions.
We tend to value things that have
a price tag, which leaves us stuck
inside a self-made cage. Numbers
become more important than words.
We love to eat chicken, but we don’t
consider the journey of the birds.
Before we know it, our lives will be
nothing more than repetitive steps
that drags us down to the deepest
of depths. One day, you and I will
be memories of the past. Let’s hope
we can burn all of our cash before
both feet touch the ground on
the other side of the door. More,
more, more is what we want, and
loneliness is what we get. We must
not work for a false profit. No amount
of cash will make our happiness last.
I look in the mirror and I see
eyes of fire staring back at me.
I feel warmth burn from within.
There’s a fire creating heat
that forces me to my feet.
The ice in my veins melts away
the second I head on my way.
In the mirror, I see flames
become untamed. When I turn
around, nothing is the same.
My eyes of fire ignite my sight.
These eyes of fire feel right.
Take the long way home.
Look around as you roam.
Don’t be afraid to believe
that love will set us all free.
Take the time to view places
you once knew. Watch as
grey skies turn blue. Listen
to sounds you once heard.
It takes too long for letters
to become words. Sit. Wait
as time drives us to our fate.
Take the long way home
and take time for yourself.
The long way always helps.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 