Stitched Lips And A World Of Thoughts

I am facing a blank wall,

And yet I continue to stare,

Longing to feel the flame,

I wished was always there.

If I care not to tend to the fire,

Providing it with the fuel it needs,

I enter myself into the darkest night,

Where I find it near impossible to see.

A blue moon glows a little along the way,

Genuine gifts that I wouldn’t dare betray,

Dying stars implode once they misbehave,

Truths trickle and things are never the same.

I watch an unknown busy helping a stranger,

Going out of their way to do a real good deed,

I’m so aware and just wanting to be impressed,

These are the visions I have always craved to see.

A thoughtful mother shades her child from the harsh sun,

Grandma stands on tired feet cooking a meal for everyone,

Dad keeps an eye out while the kids swim and enjoy the fun,

When a little sister cries for her bigger one, she always comes.

Greedy men get richer, so many more become poor,

They have it all but they’re addicted to taking more,

So we dig it up for them while there’s some still there,

Cut down another ancient forest without a single care.

Animal screams are loud yet unheard by so many,

Trees silently weep as the man counts his pennies,

More innocent lives are lost in the name of money,

Cast aside a sad truth and imagine something funny.

Try keep the mood bright among family and friends,

Quiet walks in the park, clean the mess where I can,

Take the time to give those in a need a helping hand,

Life is an hourglass leaking an unknown sum of sand.

Take a stance while you have the guts,

Stand for treasures like worth and trust,

Let the pitiful all burn and fade to dust,

Accept that it’s time to do all you must.

Constant misery is a lifestyle no one should take,

So we’ll drift without bounds to any destined fate,

Unlearn what was once real, let our senses dictate,

Forging a protective fortress no horror can penetrate.

I see them in my thoughts doing what they need to do,

Rediscovering a magic they for long have longed to see,

Wonderful individuals connected by a unified harmony,

Respecting strangers no differently to their loved family.

Sharpened daggers of morality take aim,

At the corrupted source of every curse,

These crafted stealthy weapons of choice,

Force the vile to perish, adapt or disperse.

The sun sets on dead weight of that kind,

We offered them more than enough time,

We tried, we inspected deep down inside,

But there was no good that we could find.

If I want it to be real,

If I want it to be true,

I need to take the time,

To explain myself to you.

With stitched lips and a world of thoughts,

You can’t release the words you want to say,

Surrendering to a reality shrouded in shame,

Letting old mistakes repeat themselves again.

Stand up for yourself whenever the time calls,

Spit a little venom if it’s what they truly deserve,

Say actual truths if you want to actually be heard,

Pathetic liars only get on honest people’s nerves.

Pathways to tranquillity rest beyond thorns,

Awaiting footsteps of the caring and brave,

Weave the bandages awaiting those in pain,

Cure the wounded keeping that dream away.