Switching it up

What makes the sky blue?
How do birds stay in the air?
You never know why?

Do good things really come to those who wait?
Or does fortune just occur while we sit at the gate?
Even though we do good deeds, hoping for good returns,
Still we never know exactly what the heart yearns.

The seemingly unrelated are often connected.
How can you grasp reality while you're infected.
Instead of accepting the truth you run and hide,
Satiated by the knowledge that you still have your pride.

How much truth does the future hold?
An ounce, a pound, or measures untold?
Perhaps we will never calm those that have wept.
Potentially those we ourselves have left unkept.
Energy running through our minds and bodies,
Never let us forget the hope wishing embodies.

New Beginning

It's been one week.
One week since it happened.
One week since I cried.
One week since I died.
One week of pain and sorrow.
One week of questioning me.

Now it starts again.
Another week, another song.
Another week, another story.
Another week, another chance.
Another week, one more life.
Another week, for something new.

Never give up hope.
Let it show you how to live.
Let it show you how to laugh.
Let it show you how to see.
Let it show you why you're here.
Let it show you this is real.

All that's known is here.
What's here is happiness.
What's here is serenity.
What's here is wholeness.
What's here binds us together.
What's here lights our eyes.

Love's Jewel

There once was a boy who happy and free,

So much so that he brought others glee. 

All of his life he knew he was different,

But this never made him belligerent. 

Several years passed and little remained the same,

Still no one really knew how broken he became.

Just as the sun reached its mid-morning peak,

So we too will watch his story with a quick sneak. 

Our friend is called Joseph, by those who once were close,

He has chosen Jo-jo, for those in the family he now chose. 

Day in and day out, his entire life he has been told,

That with courage and strength, his choices must be bold.

Fade in on our fellow, a lover of music, especially the cello,

A decision haunts his thoughts, here where he chooses to mellow. 

He was told he must not be unhappy, for this is unfit,

So why then must he stay in such a place so unlit.

He sees a light at the end of this twisted road,

Tis true the only apt description was that it glowed. 

Upon reaching this site he noticed the source,

And now he knew exactly what is his course.

In this almost barren room laid a jewel,

Perfect and unblemished, not a scratch from a tool.
The stone was enclosed in a scary, menacing trap,
Surrounded by daggers, leaving only a small gap.

He knew at once this was for his love,
His love that was sweet and gentle as a dove.
To the center of the thicket, he knew he must go,
And with love in his heart, he could best any foe.

So he journeyed overcoming peril to reach the center,
He knew he couldn't give up, his goal was to enter.
Cut, bruised, and broken were his mind, body, and soul.
Yet somehow, some way, he managed to reach the pole.

Now as he leaves this cave that had been made his home,
He is filled with power, as much as the Pope, even in Rome.
With this jewel, he embraced his love, his heart full of emotion,
The stone symbolized to his love, his complete and utter devotion.

The two shared a moment, many moments as they did before,
This time, however, to the skies ever did they soar.
Into the sun and toward the stars their spirits rose,
At least that's how I feel when I look into a rose.