Save A Life

(A poem written May 11, 2012. Not a particularly good one, but an important message nonetheless.)

Somewhere in between
the fight and the serene,
there's space left unseen
where one wishes they could not be.
Where one hopes for the end
of wounds no one can mend
and relief no one can lend.
To the nothing they long to friend.
They want no pious verse
or holy words rehearsed,
just the end of that which hurts,
before it gets worse.
See, their minds don't reason so:
"Tis thoughts that come and go."
No, the abyss they do take hold,
and submit to its control.
And in this state they die,
a little at a time.
What's more it does feel nice
to the demons trapped inside.
They show this death to none
in fear of burdening some.
They keep it hidden from
the smiles they force to front.
And yet what they do need,
in spite of the death they cling,
is to really be freed,
is to really be seen.
For their hand to be held tight,
to survive the endless night.
To be told that it's alright -
they're not alone in the fight.
They need the ones who know,
the sides of self they close,
to forgive the paths they chose
and help them fight the foes.
Sometimes they must be dragged
away from sorrow's grasp.
They may be drowning fast.
They may choke and gasp.
Give them a day worth living.
Be a friend worth loving.
From them, demand nothing.
Just give them something.
Oftentimes they want
nothing more than  your heart,
just to know they are a part
of your thoughts.
So please do take the time
to occasionally remind
that you are never far behind.
Be easy to find.
And maybe one night
your random call will fight
the darkness they hold so tight.
You might just save a life.

All the Way to You

(Written Sunday, August 2, 2009. For all of us who know what longing feels like.)

One of these days I will see you.
Not find you,
for you were already here.
Not meet you,
because I've known you all my life.
I will feel you,
wrapped inside the night.

We will not meet half way;
I will come all the way to you,
you will come all the way to me.
Seeing what I have felt all this time
is what it means to be free.
Being what I have sought for so long
is to finally embrace this life.

I do not know how you look,
for I have not yet defined you.
No expectations,
no preconceptions,
no disappointment when the moment arrives.

And our love will not be defined in time.
Forever is the trap of mind.
When we both lie in the present,
we embrace eternity without trying.

I will not stop at your eyes,
I will not marvel at your mind.
I will come all the way to you
and rest inside.

Love Amidst the Blaze

(Written Saturday, October 15, 2011. Hey, radicals need love too.)

Oh, where are you?

You know of whom I speak.

How far are you

away from my silent sleep?

I only know you through shades of grey

and shadows within my mind.

I awake to teary stains

and resignation's sigh.

Why do you

haunt my only escape?

Is it true

that dreams have truths to make?

'Cause I could have sworn my heart was right

when it decided to give up the wait.

And now it seems like the other side

is where it wants to stay.

There's miles and miles

of hopeless ground

that we all have to chase.

Could you please

escape my dreams

and join me in the blaze?

There's powers strong

but we're reborn

when we die to yesterday.

We could dance at night

after the fight

and paint each other's way.

Oh, where are you?

They separate our lives

invisible

imaginary lines.

But mind is free even when asleep

and we meet face to face.

They want retreat and silent speech

but we'll love amidst the blaze.

We'll free entire days

to live in joyous ways.

Oh, we'll love amidst the blaze.