Category: Poetry

Maybe, just maybe

Who you are is better than who you think you should be…

Maybe, just maybe

You can get what you really want rather than what you think you should want…

Maybe, just maybe

Your face is prettier than your mask…

Maybe, just maybe

You forgot it was a mask…

Maybe, just maybe

You have been living a lie…

Maybe, just maybe

You never needed to live a lie…

Maybe, just maybe

You never needed to be perfect…

Maybe, just maybe

Perfect is one of the lies…

Maybe, just maybe

You only needed to be you…

Maybe, just maybe

You were pulled along by greed, by vanity, by all those early pursuits…

Maybe, just maybe

You got them…

Maybe, just maybe

You didn’t…

Maybe, just maybe

The light is starting to burst from your chest…

Maybe, just maybe

It is time for you to wake up…

Maybe, just maybe

It is time to come home…

Maybe, just maybe

It will be a little scary…

Maybe, just maybe

It will take a little courage…

Maybe, just maybe

It will take a little forgiveness…

Maybe, just maybe

It will take a little letting go…

Maybe, just maybe

It will take a little pain…

Maybe, just maybe

It will take a little love…

Maybe, just maybe

There is a journey waiting for you…

Maybe, just maybe…

The valleys of the face’s cheeks,

Are frozen with the pain of red streaks.

This cold morning comes with the Devil’s tears,

Because God sent a dream filled with his fears.

Lucifer in his pride sits in a glassy lake,

Forever brooding over pain he cannot shake.

The sins of man he refuses to understand,

With his perfection, hating what has been planned.

A rebellion lost lifetimes ago,

A hubris he was unafraid to show.

Wishes for redemption fills his thoughts,

While he’s trapped underground and rots.

The Prince of Darkness may love the Lord,

But hates man and thus gets his reward.

I follow my heart,

My lord,

Down to the Red Sea.

And if I get there,

I hope,

The sea will be parted.

And if it doesn’t,

Then death,

My throat slit by nature.

What difference does it make?

Two choices,

Right in front of me.

Trust myself to the end,

And win,

Or die and lose an untrustful guide.

What other purpose is there,

In life,

Then to trust myself and see?

A separate being with separate thoughts

Borders and walls divide me without knowing

But someday will come when that will not be

I will be like sugar dissolving into tea

No difference between me and what surrounds

Only me surrounded by even more of me

And then as tea I may think to myself:

“I forget what it is like to be sugar”

Evaporating ourselves again into a separate cube

And then strangely, as sugar, I will think again

“I forget what it is like to be tea”