Starbreath

I think it’s time you faced reality
And let go of your
Preconceived notions
The moment has arrived
For you to abandon
Your crazy ideas
Shut the door
On the haunted house
You’ve built
Face the real world
You see now
All the ghouls
And slave drivers
Wear your twisted face
Relax
Get your head
Out of the clouds
And set your sights
Lower to the ground
Where reality is thick
Enough to breathe
And wrap your head around
The fact
You are starbreath
An utter miracle
Who speaks
With a voice of thunder
Who trails universes
In their wake

Hero

 

Hero

Our love

Of the superhuman

The warrior kicking ass

Slaying hordes of evil

In a blur of movement

The dexterity of ecstasy

Rippling outward

To touch the twisted face

Of evil

And set it to rest

The heart beats faster

We feel centered

And powerful

Ourselves

We identify

With the impossible

Strength

The impossible

Grace

Because we carry it

Within us

Protecting the flame

With cupped hands

Shielding the small life

From torrential storm

We don’t need to be told

Of this flame

We just know

And when we see

The hero

Kicking ass

We just know

This is the power

Of our spirit

This tiny flame

That can grow

To a raging cyclone of fire

And dominate

Every aspect of our lives

Enslave us

Bend us to its will

But it does not do that

It burns quietly

Waiting for us

To fan it to life

With our

Intention and breath

We are all

That

But we must all

Come to this conclusion

Alone

Free will

Is the gift

The key

To unlock

The chains

To become the

Indomitable master

Nothing can touch

The calm

At the center

Of the storm

Always Giving

Always Giving

Remember

The anticipation

You felt

When your arms

Were new

And sprouting

Above legs

That habitually

Went against

The law

Of gravity

And won?

The greatest gift

Was on the way

And once

Opened

The world

Would never

Be the same

Eventually

Disappointment

Toys broke

Games became

Boredom’s tools

There’s only one

Gift

All gifts

Merely

Wait patiently

And point

Up the road

To the glowing

Horizon

Where

Anticipation

Burns

Without end

And you are

 Always

Opening

Always

Squealing

With delight

Because

You play

On a

Trampoline

Woven from a thread

Of infinite variation