Saturday, August 8, 2009

Direction

I am tired of living in a world were cash is what buys happiness

Were dreams restrain themselves

Tied up by our inability to accept them

I am tired of living in a world were my heart is locked in an asylum because everyone just can’t understand why it still believes in love

I wanna go to a place were writers are rich

Because the only currency is creativity

A place were revolutions are the only resolutions

Were conquest are only contest to see who has the bigger hearts

I want to find a place were true happiness is found growing wild

And sold at farmers markets for only a buck

Were men are given their licenses to use their wings just as long as they have proof that they have the courage to chase down their dreams

A place were my fears take the back seat to my hopes

Were struggles never outgrow your capability

I bought a one way ticket a long time ago with my worries

Now I’m just waiting to be pointed in the right direction

Once there I am going to go into business flying kites

Tying my dreams to each one and letting them drop like bombs

Starting fires and igniting movement

I can’t wait to be in a place were the only time you hear the word recession is when you are talking about the sea

And the only time droughts are a problem are when we want to dance in the rain

I am taking this ticket and packing up my childhood

The only goodbye I leave is a letter saying

Finally found god

He pointed me in the direction of Eden and said “keep your knowledge

I just want some company

It gets lonely at the top

You can play ball with my boy Jesus

He always needs another friend

He has Buda and Muhammad but they just can’t seem to pitch any new ideas

We all need someone fresh to streak a new path home”

So I left you a trail of tears to follow

I won’t have any use for them were I am going

The path is easy to see its stained with experience

On your way make sure you breath in a rhythm that keeps the beat of gospels making your life a metronome keeping time for an orchestra of pain as well as beauty

Each carrying specific attributes that make our lives sing
So try not to be afraid of the sound

At times it’s a bit overwhelming

One last thing

Before you come in make sure you wipe your feet and don’t forget to grab a pair of wings you’ll need them.

Catch up when you can. We’ll be waiting.

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant. Glad to see that you have taken up a sort of online publishing apart from Facebook. Watch the grammar; mistakes in spelling and punctuation interrupt the flow of such a powerful piece. It really is a great work.

    Frankly, I'm a bit jealous. Being a cog in the clock has kept me from expressing creativity pretty much over the whole course of summer. It's a damn shame, but I figure that that easiest of excuses is the one most use to justify not writing, drawing, etc. Jobs just get in the way of life.

    ~Michael

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