What could you do
with your mind,
for a mind
is but a tool
to be shared 
with those deserving.
You’d do the same 
as you would
with your heart,
for a heart 
is but a tool
to be shared
with those deserving.

Take it away,
turn off the noise.
The show’s over,
pack it up,
let’s take it home. 

Taken down,
the phoenix rises
with more fire in his heart
than can ever be placed
on his body. 

Let’s look at the world a little differently.

Oh, my doors wide open, won’t you come on in
and tell me that this war I’m fighting, I’m about to win.

Understanding this multitude of emotions is easier than living with the compounding complexity of apathy.

Sectioned off fragments displaying a fragile core. Nothing more subtle than what’s been hiding behind these doors. They’re gonna fly right open and you’re still not gonna know what hit you between the eyes until you realize what’s been missing in your own life. Bullseye.

Black versus white. There’s a war going on tonight. Possible segregation with an impurity in the patient.

Ransacked
Though ever so slightly.
Such an illusion everlasting
Into shades shone submissively.
Sectioned off gaps
Allowing to pass
A simple bright staff
Eluding the one thing you fear.
Diligently viewing
This abstract accommodation
Has afforded your vessel
A satisfactory sensation
Supplanting the demons
Density dismally.

Hold the phone.

It’s been so long

since the butterflies have flown.

Only reaching

for whats been shown,

neglecting to find

the light that shone.

Strong enough to blind.

Safe.

Simple.

Kind.

Now’s the time to react.

In fact,

now’s the time.

You waited years to shine.