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SECTION THREE

STATUS FOR

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Unburn


When trust is gone
it’s hard to return,
like a bridge
in blazes
you can’t unburn

If unrest
ushers interruption,
the spiral warps
from faith
to corruption

Declared reasons
do little
to shine scars,
bleeding stems
from soil to the stars

A depletion of confidence
is treason
in the air,
as a haze of confusion
clouds an affair

Charred frames
of what housed
a bond,
provide warning
of what deceit
can spawn

To rewind
bears echo
of what was,
lying is fire
and destruction
is what it does

 

 

Arrows on Charts

At every turn
was a chance to go,
an exit from the crush-
into the unknown

Decisions are easy
if choices are few,
but abandoning comfort
is a solution
to sift through

Years of allegiance
can erode
over time,
with positions redrawn,
harsh with each line

A compass is conflicted
at a crossroad
of options,
with arrows on charts
and mazes
to get lost in

From advice
and instinct
looms a path-
it’s a detour,
to a redesigned map

Descent may be freedom
from environments escaped,
in a prelude
to an odyssey
with fortitude displayed

 

 

 

Need to Run

Need to run
but not to race,
need to run
to master pace

Need to run
but not in place,
need to run
but not from mistakes

Need to run
but not for health,
need to run
but not chase wealth

Need to run
to nurture progress,
need to run
but not for congress

Need to run
but not toward ladders,
need to run
for what truly matters

Need to run
to salvage pride,
need to run
to enjoy this ride

Need to run
to connect with people,
need to run
to quiet evil

Need to run
but not move back, 
need to run
to curve a track

Need to run
for selfish reasons,
need to run
but never leaving

Need to run
to heal this soul,
need to run
to reclaim control

Need to run
but not to win, 
need to run
to begin again

 

 

 

 

Self Sedition

Sabotaging thoughts
saturate my head
of swirling scenarios
and outcomes to dread

Ideas launch rafts
into space,
where slammed buttons
reset points in a race

I’m wise, so I’ll prevail
and tough as I endure,
but the rushing tides
make me unsure

I know a few tricks,
and will use them when needed
to keep fresh wounds
dressed if they’re bleeding

An impasse of valor
is met with resolve,
knowing stagnation
is the case when lives stall

I lean on my circle
for banks of support,
investing in allies
I have to afford

A year from this place
could bring laughter of doubts
or regret of decisions
and how they played out

 

 

 

 

Non-Lethal Wounds

If failure doesn’t kill
live to beat it,
with the strength of experience
to defeat it

Loss is an outcome
to understand-
you can’t prepare
for something unplanned

Where ridges soar
to lonely heights,
quests emerge
of required flights

Agile resilience
from a frantic time
competes with stress
for peace of mind

A taxing twist
diverging trips
forces focus
to fortify grips

Strides through crisis
injuring will,
feed capacity
failure can’t kill

 

 

 

Grind

Grind;
enjoy success for a moment,
then move on

Draft and construct
then create some more,
until a ceiling
becomes your floor

Censor caution
and abolish limits-
small measures
are for the timid

Find yourself
through pointed aim,
not in error,
and never in gain

A process molds
impassioned drive,
slowing cynics
from deep inside

Signals to quit
protest like sirens,
learn to listen,
but embrace the silence

Channels made
from frail misfortune,
lure your breath
in pride extortion

What breaks us
is what lets us rise,
just as truth
defines who lies

Accept events
that brings you here;
to ease or fury
with an essence clear

Be strong, be open
and unconfined,
hustle with design...
grind

 

 

 

What Doesn’t Matter

If you believe in something
and to you
it’s truth,
what doesn’t matter
is the burden of proof

Others might doubt you,
even mock your aims,
but that says
more about them
than any of your claims

Courage is contending
unafraid of critique,
ignoring those shallow
and a validation
they seek

Humility is essential,
but submission is not,
as wisdom is crafted
from exploration
of thought

Standing sturdy
when rattled
is a high when they’re low,
as only you are in charge
of where you won’t go

If you fall or fade,
collect breaths
and reset,
provoke comprehension
that circulates regret

No violence is vital-
it collapses equations,
pilot your divisions
between frenzy
and patience

In the end
you’ll succeed
through conviction,
by knowing what matters
and not accepting
their fiction