Oh, Release Me

Oh, release me,
Father of shadow and light
Into the quiet dream
That beckons me.

Release me,
So that I may fly
Towards the sun.

Do not hold me back,
Do not tell me stories
Of those who have
Taken flight, long before
I was a shadow in the mind.

I care not that they
Had fallen,
Had burnt,
Had died,
Had never returned.

That was their story,
And this is mine.

In my story,
I flew up and up
Till I touched the sun.
It did not burn me,
Nor did it kill me,
Letting me fall from the sky.

It embraced me,
It welcomed me to its home
And taught me all it knew,
It taught me how to shine.

In my story,
I fly to the sun
And learn to shine.

Oh, release me,
Father of shadow and light,
Release me
So that I may fly to the sun,
So that I may shine.

You Inspire Me

You inspire me.

You inspire me to dance,
Swaying my hips
From side to side,
Absorbing the rhythms
Of my heart,
Of the drums,
Of the oceans,
Of the beating of the wings
Of flies,
Of life.

You inspire me to laugh,
Not the dainty giggle,
Or the titter of gentlewomen,
But the large honking laugh,
Followed by snorts and
Silent heaves where sound
Has been exhausted
And all is left is the sweet silence
And the expression of mirth.

You inspire me to love,
Not the love between
A man and a woman,
A parent and a child,
A friend and a friend,
But the love that is universal,
That embraces you like
A lost friend, and whispers
Words of acceptance,
Of worth, of value, of importance.
A love that is unique because
It comes from within.

You inspire me to think,
To accept that my thoughts
Are weighty like anvils
And that is truly the strong
Who are willing to think and
Carry the weights of their thoughts
When others would toss
Them aside and choose to
Not think at all. Still I choose
To think.

"Who is this you?" they would ask.
This you who I give all this praise.
Is it God?
Is he a prophet?
Is it a saint?
Is it some entity that has yet
To have a name?

Truth be told,
The you I speak of is man,
Not one man or one woman,
But all men and women,
As a species we have come so far,
Done so much,
Been so far,
Be it out to space,
To the depths of the earth,
To the depths of our imagination,
Mankind has inspired me
To be more human.

I Find

Sometimes,
In the space of time,
In a room
Cooled by the artificial,
I yearn to write.

To put pen to paper,
To stroke the keys
Of a keyboard
And let words
Stretch from my mind
Into the ether.

Oh,
Heavy heart that believes
Itself incapable of linking
Words together and release
Ideas as poignant and relevant
As speeches of kings and presidents.

Still it is capable,
Capable of transmitting passion
To my mind, or is it
My mind transmitting passion
To my body.

A passion that allows me
To write tomes upon tomes
Of thought, original thought,
My thought.....

A passion that drives me
To scale large mountains
And fall from the heavens.

A fallen angel, I am not,
A good devil, I may be,
Better to be bad and choose
To be good, than be good
And crave to be bad.

With great effort,
I pull from my soul,
These words and
In their existence
I find beauty....
I find release .....
I find me!

Cotton Candy Flavoured Tears

I've decided to spice up Fridays. For those under the age of 18, look away. Although, I suspect some of you under 18's know more than I do. All the same, look away.