Don’t be a dead man walking.
No need to be a sitting duck.
Don’t be down on your luck.
No need to be feeling bad
when you miss all the things
you wish you could have back.
Don’t stare at your reflection
for too long. Change it up.
No need to replay the song.
Move on. Wake up and look
alive. Buy the ticket and enjoy
the ride. Know when to show
and when to hide. Look alive.
No need to slip into the night
when we can just take flight.
I cannot see what’s in front of me.
It must be very dark and shady.
I could never live without the dark.
There’s something about not seeing
the evil that lurks on this planet.
Without the dark, there is no light.
There are no beams to be seen.
Darkness lets our demons run free.
We need the dark to see our light
that flickers throughout the night.
I need this darkness so I can see
how my light shines on your face.
I reside in darkness: the unknown.
When I left, I got myself lost
trying to find my way home.
The light I carry helps me out
when the sun misses a few days.
In life, I appreciate the darkness.
There’s no way to explain it.
I need the darkness so I can see
beams of light that create sight.
At the top,
I hold on tight as the wind starts blowing
I look down to see those climbing below me.
I begin to lose my sight of the ground.
I sit at a spot impossible to be found.
I lose track of the time.
Towards the middle,
From the bottom I climbed.
Towards the middle,
My hands begin to shake.
Towards the middle,
I think of which road to take.
I look to those who climbed before.
I wish I can climb up a little more.
I help others move up from the ground.
I work my way over to see who’s down
At the bottom.
I ride out the day with a big smile
In hopes that you will stay awhile.
I ride to coast through the pain I have,
Pain that would drive others mad.
I wish I could drive life’s rocky road
And relieve myself of this heavy load.
I exist in a body that moves around
a space and time yet to be found.
I was asked to be normal but I refused
Because some things I just can’t lose.
I strive to be well but look at this weather,
What a terrible day to try to get better.
Feeling down for reasons unknown
Fed up with pressures surrounded
Stuck in a mind of your own
Knowing each memory is counted
Stomach pressed and squeezed
Living the days with a straight face
Wondering if others are pleased
And truly happy in their place.
Wondering. Thinking. Wishing
For something more meaningful
BUT
With motivation and desire missing
Bodies are left with starving souls.
The brain can say what it wants
Almost like a separate entity;
BUT
The eyes feed the brain
and should not be enemies.
Believe what you see and
Paint the picture fitting
How valuable life is, man?
Priceless.
There is no bidding.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 