Where You Kneel, When You Kneel

Where You Kneel, When You Kneel

I curse the ground where you kneel.

A petitioner and penitent,

You give too much power to the fear you feel.

The power of guilt brings fear.

You can't deny it or turn away; 

Your conscience and its false god are always near.

Break your idols and be free.

But walk away, your way and don't fly. 

Wings: they always melt, feeding you to the sea. 

But when your thoughts are so strong, 

That you don't need to exaggerate...

To rise well above the chaos and the throng.

In that place of mind, 

To kneel is to be kind... 

And to kneel when you are there,

Is an almost divine display of care.

Blind Spot

Blind Spot

There is a hole in my world.

It is not black; it is not dense.

It is not bright; it is not light.

It is not a portal, nor a fence.

It is not something missing.

What is unseen, what is unknown,

What is unnoticed, what is fogged...

What is covered over and not shown...

What is not seen, is still there.

It's just shadowed; it's just behind. 

It's just hidden; it's just obscured. 

It's just not in full view of the mind.

That place, 

where nothing shows itself,

Is worthy of fear. 

For anything can emerge 

Out of that grey, shimmering cloud

That is always near.

But what has yet to come out

Is the scariest of all.

It is the scariest because it is unknown:

The thing that brought this fearful place into existence.

The very thing that could bring a bigger fall. 

The Weight of Life

The Weight of Life

The weight...

Or the wait?

No, the weight. 

The heft that cannot be left. 

All that you think when you see something.

The internal context that commits theft.

All that comes with when you think something. 

Knowledge sets you free, 

only if you don't understand it. 

Understanding never lets you be,

If you are serious about it. 

Context acts like a cage,

Bars made out of connections.

Or like the set on a stage,

Limiting the plot and characters' directions.

But that is reality's twist,

As long as we want or insist

On giving life significance and meaning.

Isn't seeing it any other way just dreaming?