Hush

Fingers
Made to dance

Internal eyes exploring deep caverns.

A Pen staggering through guttural explanations, roaming the mysterious language of heart sparks trying to decode flames.

Climbing
Jagged ascents
Retreating back into Self.

We have to make time
to trace wounds in exile-
Rise up in the feeling of closure, for ourselves.

We have to make time to catch
The elusive moments
Before we head back to rootlessness and captivity.

Get a grip on broken dams of raw emotion spilling out of the hole for all the times our truth got held back and put on lockdown.

Sometimes we need a break
From the spell of greenbacks
And constant information bombardments.

Take me to the hush
Of secret wings that are
Searching for a finger to touch.

Fingers
Made to dance
In stealthy climb zigzag
Trying to find a decent song to grip.

We hunt for something more
Behind the mundane trap of deception.

Crystal stream eyes
Flowing for radiance
Hidden in remoteness
Far in the outback
Some lush part of ourselves
Forced to flee and run, waiting our return.

Only the hush of secret wings can lead me there.

After I wash these bar code tattoos away from my thoughts.

There is a pathway inside
The dark manipulators of this world don't want you to find
because they know if you do
You won't fall for the constant bullshit that they sell.

There is no room for rage or judgment here, only acceptance.

When you find it
Everything will be clear
The hush of secret wings
Will take you home
And you will be free
In the pure magnificence of your soul.

Reviews

[Scott Lee]

Well thank you for your kind words. Sometimes it's hard to know if anything I write is any good. But we have to keep going, for better or worse cause if we don't then it just gets trapped and then we may just end up losing it.
Thanks again

[Thesecuts]

Wow this is so deep and emotion filled. I loved it. You have so much talent and I really think you should keep writing because you'll only get better.