Tired

I am tired of doing this
I can’t do this anymore
I’m tired of waiting
And never getting
Some believe in the wait
As long as the wait is worth it
But you’ve never been where I am
I’ve waited
And waited
And waited
And then finally
I find out the wait wasn’t worth it
And my heart breaks
My soul breaks
Again and Again
Each new time I hope it will be different
But that hope is false
Sometimes I see in your eyes
The reason I should wait
I see the passion there
I see your heart there
And that’s what draws me to you
But you love another
So I am here stuck waiting
A shoulder to lean on
A friend to talk to
And as much as it pains me
I wait and I wait
I wait for you
I’m a friend for you
I can’t help myself
In this never ending cycle
But I just want to sleep.

Fear

Fear
It’s the heart of love
It’s the backbone
That drives us all
It defines what we do
It defines who we are
Without it
Our choices we make
Would seem less important
The people we love
We wouldn’t care to loose
And in the live that we live
We wouldn’t be afraid to die
I see it changing
Rearranging
Everything that I am
And everything that’s in me
Its fear
That drives us
Its fear
That unifies us
To make wrongs right
To say I am sorry
To choose to do good
Or choose to do bad
It makes us
It shapes us
It forms and deforms us
And it forces us
We come together
We come to each other
To laugh
To cry
To Love
That is Fear.

A dance that I dance

It’s a dance
That I dance
A spinning pirouette
Into what was once beating
An introspection to catastrophe
I’m only me
And insufficiency of what to be
I’m mislaid in my vivacity
There is only a solitary possibility
To revive my identity
I’m encased in my misery
Myself is to blame
I am preoccupied by the flame
Its destiny to obliterate
All the hope that I contain
I strive for veracity
When in reality
The inferno scorches me
And I’m entombed by the Tango
Of a dance
That I dance

Scarlet Fluid

What is the scarlet fluid that runs through our veins.

Doctors would say that its made of cells with hemoglobin, and fluid that carries oxygen.

Doctors say without it we could not have life.

Doctors are specialists of health, of life.

But what is life without feelings?

What is life without people to care about

and who care about you?

What is a life without love?

What is a life without anger?

What is life without melancholy, pain, and joy?

I stand today to say,

that the scarlet fluid that runs through or veins

isn't simply what the doctors say.

Our life force is made of our soul.

And our soul is made of us

and of the people around us.

Its made of people who care.

Its made of people who hate.

Without care,

We wouldn't want to change the hate.

Our life force is not simply blood,

Its the scarlet fluid that connects us all.

It is us, and we are it.