life as it is

as you look
all around your
life has been a struggle
as trying to be open
about your health needs
as some may listen and others
look the other way
as im more open with
my thoughts and dreams
i speak my mind
and let things flow
as i look at the moon with
the sparkling tone
you see in the sky
we all wish to protect
one another
which should be as well
to protect all the loved
ones that need protected
like a planted seed to gain
trust with our inner needs
so dont frown, for your
not a clown
you have a living soul
in need
as you wish to scream
through the winds and the rain
make a habit to dance upon
without a fright
open that channel
with others who
tend to understand
one best
as a relationship that is wishing
to stay despite of your health
then a relationship will conqure
all the fright you dont need

Why do we live our days dying,
Breaking, doubting, slaving, and lying?
Growing older in death, burrowing when we should be flying?
Carried through our motions like the leaves of autumn,
Mindless, purposeless, lifeless?
Brittle and frigid, grey and rigid,
Cold to the touch and unresponsive to imagination’s sweet caress?
The sense of none found in everything,
The depths so shallow, the full so empty,
Life inconceivable, the gates barred and warded by cautious sentry.
Oh, why do we choose to live our days in death when life stirs us each dawn?

Do we think we die each day in our living,
Loving, hurting, helping, and believing?
Youth and wisdom found in each search we open?
A world awash with color, painted with the shades of the heart
Would Picasso paint in squalor, brilliance of perception apart?
Of trades of honor, born of but not confined to visions of flying men,
The beauty of valor, discovery, curiosity, abandon, despair and knowing that you can?
The infinite unraveled from the single moment,
Forever etched onto the fluttering, flaky wings of now.
A kaleidoscope of possibility,
Limited only by the fears we breathe in when we decide to die,
Why do we think we might die if we begin to live?

adding on to your poem




life is knowing
the truth of the matter
as you have the wisdom
and the honor of staying
strong
as we continue our
search with others
without fear or without
dying is the mark
one wishes
not to make
as our hearts
open that journey
of channel
to bring
us our wings in return
as our guides are the ones
that give us a open limit
feeling we can fly and feel
the gentle crisp of the leaves
crunching on our toes
or walking motionless through
the deep blue sea
as we keep opening that door
and discover our most inner
truth