Until Honesty Went Down On Its Knees

The smallest pieces of life contain laws written in stone
for the world to lose interest in kind.
They can be easily read in the dark then left to remain
as still as a man
who is more than just a bit color-blind.

Sometimes I sit within varied distances from it all,
breaking into my life,
when all I want to do is advise
the sun to shine.
Because I know, a smile can make a break
flourish into the clearing
we can only hope to find.

I realize how fantastically black the sky can be
and how its state
saves all the words of love
and their simplicity.
Secrets granted from them sometimes say
that life is not fair
when it pierces the souls’ of you and me.

Bound inside a myriad of righteousness
we tried a million times
to offer up the friends of our needs.
Until honesty went down on its knees
seeking to live on the conviction it studies,
in order to continue to breathe.

I have pulled repeatedly from the prayers
I held deep inside mirrors,
in order once again to find my shining sun.
However, often, overturning truth
is a journey best remembered as a failure,
failing to reach out or help a single one.

Can all judgment be silent and still believed
when it comes in on the emotions
we sometimes bend into a shield?
Stranger in your sight is how they burn,
even when your body moves to erase the way
last night made you feel.

Sometimes I wonder if each page of life
that wanders sincerely into light,
finds the deepest waves of darkness
attempting to recreate streams of painful fire.
Is the light’s glory not held inside a sea of calm
you would swim to acquire?

Author's Note

*Artist Jia Lu

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is a real stunner. I felt a struggle to keep my eyes on the moral compass. The easier paths and their beautiful colors temped me, but your words give the strength to not run away from the pain. This is truly thought provoking work... with treasures hidden beneath the surface. Your emotions run deep. Every line is the bursting of a dam.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing journey in the poem. Artwork and words brought me in and held my attention to the last words. I like the question at the end. Thank you for your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Aidz]

Mightily impressive...... ALl I can hear is you Southern Belle voice when I read yr writes now ;)

[Lily Mae]

For me..it's like pulling the truth from someone like thick taffy.. the way you wonder, the pulling and the bending into the shield.. very powerful write Neva..x

[Kenneth The Poet]

You win, too.

[unknown]

Expressive and wonderful imagery here, great poem!

[Cassie Fraga]

mmm mmmm mmm hot damn sis!!! **tips my lyrical wand to you**
questions of deep!! feeling of... well ... everything!! words- they cause so much...that was simply RAW!!!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Magical use of words to create magical piece of poetry...
Emotional aspects explored....
gets the reader thinking...
Great work :)

[WhiteWillow]

Every single line here is jam-packed full of things to dissect, think about, all over again. A beautiful piece, full of depth, as all of your workds are. Thanks for sharing

[Rene Velez]

hello stranger...how are things, hope all is well, yes I find myself lost in the turmoil of it all in this land we call writing and expressing, at times I feel I reveal to much of myself especially when I am in the darkest places of my mind, simplicity is what I seek when I express though it may not seem that way in a readers eye, art of word is my love and so I do...again the words and flow are flawless, and this one made me think, thanks Neva.