The Holy Trinity

Blanks
And yet words fill the page
And flesh purge with rage
Vacuum
And yet speech punctuates the air
And gestures void of savoir faire
Emptiness
And yet thoughts cloud our mind
And plans put paid by the unkind

Holy gathering of the three

Rest days

Its only when the bacteria fights
And the germs show their might
Are we able to take a step back
Breathe in the fresh air
And relax
No longer carrying straws that break our backs

We sometime carry a burden
That is unnecessarily bothersome
And tiresome
I want to do things that impact larger masses
Tomorrow I shall walk into the temple of my creation
I want to be alive when they cry
Out my name
Lifting me up with impoverished hands
They will gladly endorse my yielding friends

Alive
Alive
We shall all come alive
When the very air that sustains us
Escapes our cavity and drain us
Dry
Home and dry
Squeezing emotions that will make the statues cry

Mass Production of the Soul

Falling asleep under mountains of pressure
Waking up to nothingness in abundance
We're sapped of the very energy
Life form that might inspire
Lift you and yet
Make you meek
Humble you
Break you
And yet, in a quick twist
Undetected
Engulf you in sweetness
We need to speak this language
Its simple
Universal
And yet, packaged nowadays in uninspired repetitions
While the greens roll in for false practitioners
Who claim to know
While they sow