Can we have something deeper

Past the obvious

Beyond defenses and battle scars

Will dust settle to see eyelashes

Short breath

and tremble hands

can reconciliation be part of this contract

when does the new earth begin

how do sleeping dogs lie

without skimping on the real raw

perceptions

placed in between vengeance

and hurt feelings

Can they go deeper

Bigger than a label

Making a prisoner of weak minds

Servants of lonely hearts

Struggling to gain the truth so lies become the norm

How hard they try to comply and make you proud

How invisible they sit

In line at the med station

Can you go deeper

and look at me

as you

Twisted by fate and distorted by design

Happy to forget

but knowing never lets it be

Will I get deep

and ask to be seen

In a way that is not so pretty

but shows beauty to the ones with courage

To view it all

Deeper

Competion

Killed their love

Infatuation stale in distant memory

Rubbing our noses in it

Two gifted minds

Putting each other down

To prove their worth

Molding the children

To save scraps of broken dreams

Boxing it in

Suffocated by empty ambition

Wrapped up in faded glory

Telling meaningless tales at the table

Competition killed their kindness

Leaving us in the shadows of fantasy

And falsehood

Bathing the babies in disappointment

And wet blankets

Raining down on the parade

forced among the path

Competition killed their shine

Two shells wandering aimless

Redirecting spotlight towards peanuts

And karaoke

Vicarious living

spread thin by moonlight

Killing their legacy

By competition

A step

a peek

Into the pain

Raw real

The wound

Regrets

Forgiveness and rage

Raw real

The truth

Under the dark

Pierced heart

Raw real

The quest

Soul purpose

The path

Raw

Real

He could have been

A great father

He was so

…in the beginning

Doting and proud,

first of the family to birth life

Her smiling face

so cheery

But anyone

would buckle

And crumble

and retreat from the

….unrelenting criticism

Of a parent

He brought us

Wayne Dyer, Eckhart Tolle

the iching… spiritual seeker

Paving the way

as eldest pointing a tethered soul

toward self discovery

It made him fool

gossip at her hands

dismissive rejection at his heart

He could have been a positive role model

in her life of turmoil

He tried

sincerely in the beginning

at that little apartment in queens

Stay at home dad

twinkling at her precious laugh

But most people

all people

would collapse

The viscous movement turning siblings towards and against him

At whim

To her

and his dissatisfaction

twisted pleasure

A child left to abuse

the younger children

Left neglected by any

adult

Must

and will

Be plagued

by darkness

Unrelenting

….and he could have been a good father

but he never had the chance

Stay tuned for upcoming Teen writing/performance workshop this May. Limited seating.