iamdew

Feeling like so much has stopped around me. I’m (not trapped) in this glass box watching shadows move around me. Not all of the shadows have faces. Only faces I recognize stand out. Mouths moving. I hear phrases. Words. Not trying to shut them out. just trying to focus. Selfishly. What’s important to me. Can only hope they understand. Hope they don’t take it personal. Afraid that its all for naught. I don’t want points for trying. I want to succeed. Pass.

Pass over.

Pass Out.

Get up and walk again.

Movement keeps me still.

Peace I find in the days of chaos
Like water running under the fountain
wasted
For mouths that thirst
Change
Repair and reap.
I move like lightning when the world says sleep
I sleep when the sun speaks
Hollow points
pierce focal passages
like gangstas creep
drive-by metaphors
Assasinated movement
tip toe sense-making

How many people have you taught the truth to today?

How many have you condemned for not-knowing?

Hypocrites, join me as I grow.
Walk along side the leader of chance taking
Wandering
Just wandering
Scared to death that the sidewalk leads me back where I started

Potential

Out of order and segragated from common

Sense

Less

Without

Synonyms, but I digress.

and that becomes the ultimate statment
when asked,

What if I digressed?

Present and past tense

Read once, meant twice over
over me
over fear
over this (makes three)

Either do or don’t

At least I did
Raise your hands, all who have

All who have not
Put your feet on the pavement
And catch up to my stripped down
Window Seat

I’ll be the body at the end of the row
Bleeding individuality
Bleeding purpose
Bleeding goals
Bleeding a once in lifetime chance
to stand up
Unscathed

You can gawk over me
and ask why
Or grab my hand and help me move this mountain

You can gawk over me
and ask why
Or grab my hand and help me move this mountain

©2010 Dew

I don’t know what it is. Why is it I focus better alone. On my art, I mean. I feel that warmth that lives behind my consciousness. It’s tingling. I find my self reading more than I have been, still far less than I should. But I know along this familar, welcoming path the tingling will continue. The tingling will increase and I anticipate that. I look forward to it. I embrace it like a hug from my mother when I want to escape being an adult.

Today is a hard day. A day that I welcome with open arms. Because today I am reacquainting with an old friend. A friend that let’s me roam around investing in the hearts and lives of others then welcomes me home at any time.

Dew