American Dream

Bright light at the end of the tunnel
carriage in the rain? Sunny convertible ride
ending with a walk to the red door, white house,
and blue shutters. Picturesque fairy tale for

those told fairy tales. Fairy tales of what
should come, fairy tales of what
life is to be. Fairy tale of what we are to have.
Unachievable life forgetting the way

we live. With the love we have.
A fairy tale. Fairy tale of what?
See him rounding the sports car with a smile,
sweater vest and khakis. A smile with a

plan. While wearing a flapper hat
heels, and red lipstick. This is it.
Fairy tale ending. Now smile and act right.

Eyes Open

Crazy times in a crazy world,
                    filled with things passed by.
       Passed by those needing it most.
              Most seeing the least.

Keeping the voice hard inside, only for

                    my heart to listen. I feel eyes knowing

       the secret I keep inside.

              The truth wanting to be set free.

What truth is heard?

                    Who knows the truth?

       Is this truth? Are you the truth?

              Truth wants to be told.

But will those see the truth?

Cinderella

Racing fast, can't stop the trembling,
My leg is shaking with nerves.
Feeling eyes on me unsure of kind
or mean.

A thought enters with a perfect world,
but where's the happy ending?

Snow Globe

Kept in your mighty hands,
         a world of wonder that can be
    changed with a little shake.
              But holding no control.

The swirls run wild and they are pushed

         rather then the route chosen.

    A way chosen by the way of the world

              not the beholder.

Weeping by the lost of the perfect

         world given to us, that became

    tainted by the beaten path of the

              selfish and foolish.

Bring those hands to a stillness

         only one can do, bringing the chaos

    to an end. Washing the world

              to a peace of snow falling.

Sharing

Keeping close to not show

the way you've changed me.

I kept you a secret in my heart

not wanting those around to see

the amazing wonders you're doing in me.

I would acknowledge you

but now I understand so much more

of you. The love you share and kindness

that I heard of but can now feel.

I am told to share you.

Instead of sharing I've kept you to myself.

Not letting the world know 

what has changed me but seeing

through my actions your wonders

of the world.

The wonders that simply were words

on a page. A story per say. But

now it's a history book

that is ever changing meaning for my life.

Life I've wasted till knowing you.

Knowing Truth

A world unknown,
          unable to be touched.
    Grace being brought to only be trusted
               by the most loved.

Loved by the one filled with love

          given to the most undeserving.

    Feeling the most entitled.

               Without looking at other perspective.

Being in constant awe

          of the struggles avoided

    but having the greatest struggling knowing

               what is truth.

Keeping truth to oneself is selfish

          but sharing the truth is the weirdest

    but most special thing to be done.

               Making the world known.

Known

Uplifting love surrounding one,

knowing this presence of joy

ever ending love to be present.

Seeing though uplifting, wanting their

joy. Needing what makes them smile.

A brightness of life and love seen.

One answer to solve this question.

A place of peace.

One of love that is untainted.