Instrumental Problem

It’s there

ideas flowing from gray matter

I can feel it, pulsing-wanting to be let out

How can I? When I can barely write what I think onto paper

from mind to pen  pen to paper connections lost

I wish it otherwise, let it fly

Change pens, I have tried

Change books I have tried

Type on slow keyboards, watch as my fingers fumble

what instrument conducts the mind

better than a pen?

 

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The Struggle

We are undeniable

Forgotten because of factors that don’t factor

Left hanging on threads that they refused to give

Escaping the country which could be sanctuary

Deleted from history

Censored by will

Closer to make-believe than real life fiction

Movies seem better than actual living

The Pursuit of Happyness is terribly true

Tears shed and worries becoming

cold rainy reality that strikes close to home

Footsteps

-For those who live in cruel cycles,  step upon step-

There are traces of feet,

Ditches made in the golden sand,

Curves from the sides,

Flattened sand, these feet have walked upon,

And we follow them,

 

Through history, through eras,

We have followed those before us,

Relinquishing the strongholds,

Of the wars past,

 

We have stepped, left steps, gave steps and took steps,

But, we never dream of those who walk the same burdened path,

Day after day after day,

Stuck in the same cycle,

Walking the same steps,

Through the steps of their ancestors,

Their pain is lost,

To the  cycle,

Until renewed by the footsteps of their children.