"You Can Close Your Eyes"

Yesterday I came across an old song that sparked a memory. "You Can Close Your Eyes" brought me back to the early years of my childhood before the chaos happened. My Mom was the hippie-type that made all my baby food from scratch with things from her organic garden and made all my clothes by hand. And though she denies it, I remember her smoking pot while working in the yard on a sunny day. It seems like people were less fettered then and not so afraid to show their hearts and were more comfortable in their skin. The music was more about genuine love then rather than the lust of today. I think we've strayed from an important truth from the days of our parents and our youth, it's okay to be vulnerable and it's okay to say that you genuinely love someone even if things aren't going right... Like a friend I know, I think I too might have just been born in the wrong era. By being so consumed by the rat race, we've forgotten what truly matters...each other...

Poem: Scattered Ants

Waking, tossing turning
Moving through my sheets
Wrestling with restlessness
Knowing what I know
Seeing what I see
We have forgotten
What it means to be Your people
We have taken individuality
Forged idols out of fools, ourselves
We've become lukewarm and bitter to Your taste
Forgetting the whole message You showed
We forget to even share the basics
Or we worship our bubbles because they are so comfortable
Without being fully mindful of Your sacrifice
We have become like the scattered ants
Trying to find our way around Your feet
Forgive us...

Poem: Gray

Each morning where sleep fades into wake
More wisdom comes and sits by my side
Wishing I had only seen before
How wrong it is to prematurely separate
The gray into black and white
How much hurt it causes
How it pulls the good apart
And wrongly interprets it
And puts flaws on center stage
Forcing specks into mountains
Without enough time for foundation
Of unconditional acceptance and understanding
Things get thrown
And things will come back
Or so we said
And when the page turns
I'll say that I can understand...

Poem: Now Married, The Downfall

Where words find no way
You spoke the words I'd never heard before
And as I look for avenues to move on, to forget
I still feel as if everything
Has lead up to this
I always said I wanted a story scripted by Him
No lies, no exagerations have flowed in this
And if I believed in chance
I'd say you were the best ever by chance
But no more words, not for now
After everything meant for dreams found its way into reality
Needing space while a first love now married
Wounds are need for cover
Thus I understand...