A grain of Salt is still so important
Hands remove, slow vibes once striking,
they covered me in the shadows
of madness, they wrapped me up in a non-violent make-believe.
It is because of the rain I understood you loved me,
not the same.
Hands remove, whispers that were once erotic,
now just clever poetic remnants .
Laughter fills the air as I shiver in this ever-after
for nothing more exists beneath exquisiteness…
Playful truths led me to believe in you
could those words now have lost their meaning?
these ways are beneath my plight
for I can no longer remain in your once
Fortune folded under pressure,
like an only child, torn, weathered, beat down.
Hands become cause and effect,
the world is empty of its rest.
I seek to one day look beyond
empty doorways of lost generations,
of uncertain futures,
for where does it all go?
They seem so unsure of themselves.
Minds afraid to remove the ego,
afraid to be and just let go
of those hands that hold them down
say when it’s time to go.
My friend just wants a look around
in search of some just reward,
In the end I see the coward in her.
Hands hungrily pick from the dreams
unfinished, un-woven, broken
stripped from the seams.
The universe once guided lonely soldiers
towards their destinies,
now they rely on lies, bigotry, and shame
they must face each day.
I fear too late,
For I know dismay
is pricking her veins
when I look into the eyes of the less fortunate.
Hands hold on for dear life
in the end we hold dear to our long time friends
to love’s first thrill,
to soldiers who are brave and to their hearts
they own still.
To bittersweet when passion comes
and dreams that leave us feeling
like we’ve won.
do no lose hope dear ones
from the desperate cries of some
stranded in this eternal dark
I hope you find that grain of salt
that plight you’ve hoped to conquer
because your will is stronger than the tide
then all your faults you’ve set aside
The time has come to stop hiding.