Out of Control

My mind may be out of control,

but the way I love makes it whole.

The confidence I lack doubles back,

but my feelings fend off any doubts.

My soul attacks intrusive thoughts.

My evolving perspective cools the jets

often too hot. Sometimes, it feels like

two people playing racquetball inside

my head. I can feel my body tense up.

My heart crashes against a worn chest.

What is out of control is out of my

control. No sense in worrying because

time is hurrying. No need to suffer twice.

The time will come and acceptance will

prevail. There are more seas to sail.

Out of control and into my soul. Life

will fall into place at the end of the race.

Under the Bus

You may feel like you’re under

the bus. Maybe, someone threw

you there. To be clear, you can

get from under that bus. Trust

that you can get out and about.

The feeling will go away. Don’t

stay feeling that way. Believe

that you are the bus driver:

the one who is in full control.

Besides, no one knows you or

your soul better than you do.

Slam on the gas pedal. Embrace

that sound of screeching metal.

Sure, make pit stops here and there.

Just don’t stop for all that long.

Fly down the highway blasting

your favorite song. Feel like you

are under the bus? Grab the wheel

and knock off the dust. Drive. Drive

and drive. It’s time to feel alive.

Fragmented

Pieces of the human soul become blended

like potions in a cauldron. The body

houses a soul once whole. Like a puzzle,

pieces of the past stick to new memories.

Love is the glue that holds together

parts of my heart once severed. Days

go on: the present becomes the past. Life

slows down only when we do. It’s true;

the glass we look through is fragmented:

a mosaic of sorts. Lines often blur. Things

don’t seem to fit. There’s a growing list.

You will be okay. Do as you once wished.

those eyes

When I look into those eyes,

what I see is no surprise.

Those eyes can’t tell lies.

They tell me a story of love,

pain, power, sunshine, rain.

Words can’t do justice. Looking

at you gives me a chance to

stop and think about my life.

I see all the places you’ve been:

all the tight spots you’re in.

The things you have seen

reveal themselves in real time.

Those eyes know that the sun

still shines. All of your misery

will eventually become history.

Those eyes are windows into

your soul, and your soul glistens,

as my ears learn to listen. Often,

I see those eyes invite mine

to an unspoken conversation.

They talk in ways the mouth can’t.

They tell me I can overcome

any situation. Without hesitation,

those eyes show me a new world:

a world lonely, lovely, and magical.

I get lost in those eyes. They reassure

that unpredictable things will occur.

When I see those eyes, I stop. I stare.

Deep down, I see someone who cares.

Demons Within

We all have demons living
inside of us. We cannot
trust them. They tell us
things that are not true.
They follow us around.
They are bound to us.
Sometimes, they talk
badly. And, sadly, they
may never go away. Now,
face the demons that
suck the life out of you.
Quiet their voices. Make
important choices. Break
free from the chains.
Your body is your domain.
Rid your soul and brain
of demons causing pain.
Enjoy life for what it is.
Talk with your demons
to develop understanding
of where you are landing.
Move toward a new life
because it is your right.