Sunday, December 30, 2012

Light from the Shadow

Between every bolt of lightning
Beneath every cloud of gloom
Suspense and wonder dance
In a celestial ballroom

What you think you see
Is not what you thought you’d have
Where you wish you were
Is not where you want to be

Across every weathered path
Inside every lonely tree
Rest an unrest beckoning
To be freed

Harbor not your strength
Restrain not your might
Let your safeguards tumble
Your power be released

Between every bolt of lightning
Beneath every cloud of gloom
See the light that longs to lick
The dark from the face of the Moon

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Martyrs are We

They’ve raised their flags over our roofs,
They’ve called us traitors, burned our books;
We can kneel and die or stand and fight,
Who knew this new age would be such a bitter night?

Their horses march with iron hooves,
They search for us with fishing hooks;
We can fall in line like fattened swine,
Or stand our ground and hold our line.

They mask their lies in rhetoric,
Injecting us with false regret;
Our call is not to sink like lead,
It’s to rise to life by embracing death.

We are the modern lambs
Prepared by Wisdom’s hands;
We are the chosen ones
Called to take our stand.

They've raised their flags over our roofs,
But our allegiances lay higher;
They've called us traitors, burned our books,
But our will to survive will stand their fire.

Monday, October 8, 2012

My Love for You


If the last thing that I’m called to do
Is shed my blood for you,
Then I’d gladly let them strap me down
And strip me of my young heart’s sound.

You’re worth the life inside my veins,
Worth every ounce and more again;
They can hang me from atop a tree,
Even take my clothes in mockery,
But I won’t fight, I won’t give up,
It’s for you I’ll shed my blood.

If the last thing that I’m called to do
Is spill my blood for you,
Then I’d gladly let them strap me down
And strip me of my mortal sound.

I know well what waits for me,
I’ve seen the path ahead;
Don’t weep for me, weep for yourself,
Life begins once we kiss death.

The one thing that I’m called to do
Is shed my blood for you,
So call them in to strap me down
And strip me of my mortal crown.

This is my love for you.

Friday, September 28, 2012

We Need Us

If our systems fail and the world falls down,
Promise me you’ll stick around;
If the lights go out and the clouds roll in,
Say you’ll stay by me, my friend. 

If we’re living for ourselves
Then we’re sure to die alone;
If we’re loving our reflections
Then the enemy’s won.

We’re chipping away in the wrong direction
When we find ourselves miles from home;
We’re making all the wrong decisions
When our systems fail and we can’t get home.

If our systems fail and the world falls down,
Promise me you’ll stick around;
If the lights go out and the clouds roll in,
Say you’ll stay by me, my friend.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Here is Hope for You


My dear, my dear, it is now so:
The liars you’ve loved
Have all since gone home.

They are not here to hold,
They have since left you cold;
You can call their name,
But they've all deemed you, “sold.”

Do not venture out into the night
Searching streets for the solace
You once found in their eyes.
You won’t find their warmth
In a stranger’s home
Between foreign sheets.

My dear, my dear, face life today:
Remember days when we would say,
“This winter will not hold us down,
This weather will not take us now.”

Remember infant dreams
And childish gleams
The next time you decide
To trust one who
May not be all that he seems.

My dear, my dear, you deserve so much more
Than dark lullabies and glistening lies.
Your story may not have reached its end,
But you, my dear, shall find love again.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Echoes

We may never conquer our limitations
Until we learn to forget the faults locked
Within the vaults of our mind's expectations.

We can speculate the future,
Even analyze the past,
But our reality depends upon
What we choose to move past. 

We may be wounded by the
Sticks and stones of
The vices of our neighbors,
We may be murdered by their words.
In the end all that will matter is
Not that our deeds were seen,
But that their echoes were heard.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Don't Fight It

Show me the dreams you buried deep beneath your fears,
Let fall the fright you’ve held tight from behind your tears;
Follow the echoes of the hope you hide within,
Be born into the beauty of your tender skin.

I long to know the forests of your fragile mind,
Take me to timbers laying, waiting to be found;
You hold the key to treasures concealed there inside,
Take me to the shores where we can ransom their sound.

Tomorrow is too long to wait for what today may find,
Let’s search for you among the leaves of life you left behind;
Draw in the waters that refresh your timid tongue,
Let fly the melodies of freedom songs you’ve sung.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Let's Get Lost to Pass the Time

I get lost within the cracks between
The fragments of my mind,
And I go there all the time;
I go there to run from time.

I get washed up on the shores beyond
The borders of this land,
And I sink into the sands;
I sink deep into those sands.

Let’s get lost among the shadows,
Let’s sink deep into the tide;
Let your feet follow your heart,
Let your head forget its pride.

I get lost within the cracks between
The fragments of my soul,
And I go there all alone;
I go there to be alone.

I get washed up in the rivers running
Rampant through my veins,
And I drown there to be sane,
I drown just to be sane.

Let’s get lost from what we know,
Let’s fall back into past times;
Let your hand rest atop mine,
Let your hand get lost in mine.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

There's Life, Even in the Sand

We used to have the world in
The palms of our hands;
Now we’re left with nothing
But two fists full of sand.

Let me take you back to
When we climbed great heights;
Let me take you back to
When we arrested the nights.

The Sun never set until we’d had our fill,
The Moon never fell until we’d found our thrills;
Oceans spoke softly while we took in the sands,
Winds whispered gently with the wave of our hands.

Let me take you back to
When we let down our hair;
Let me take you back to
When we let fall our cares.

We used to have the world in
The palms of our hands;
Now we’re left with nothing
But two fists full of sand.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Fighting Fate

We can set our sights on unknown heights,
Though we may still tumble down;
We can set our eyes upon the skies,
Though we may never leave this ground.

Do not fear to hear your heart,
Don’t silence your sweet dreams;
Follow the whispers in your soul
To the lands you’ve never seen.

We might set our sights on flashing lights,
Though we may never know their warmth;
We might set our sails for ocean flights,
Though we may never leave this shore.

When the truth is stronger than the pain,
The past cannot persist;
When we’ve won the war inside our minds
There’s nothing left to resist.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Atop These Sands

The light is growing dim,
I can see it in your eyes;
Your fight is fading thin,
It sinks down into the tide.

Let it go,
Just let it ride;
Let go your fear,
And free your pride.

In the morning you’re a king,
By lunch you’ve lost your luster;
Come sundown you’re defeated,
By bedtime you’re beyond flustered.

Let it go,
Release your mistrust;
Let go your angst,
And fly from this cusp.

Illumine your misfortune,
Make it feed from your scarred hands;
Restrain your fleeting fancies,
Make a home atop these sands.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

We Fled Fires

Where were you the day we fled
From the fires in our homes?

Melted dreams and smoky hope
Were all that our hearts could hold;
We sought you among the flames,
Called your name with growing pain.

Where were you the day we fled
From the fires that we made?

Tumbling walls and falling doors
Marked the hours, sung the score;
We stood by our shadows bright,
Keeping watch through bitter night.

Where were you the day we fled
From the fires in our sight?

Countless stars and looming trees
Hung above us, heard our pleas;
We bowed down to Nature’s wrath,
Chanting hymns as sadness passed.

Where were you the day we fled
From the fires of our pasts?

Morning rose with us aghast
By the glowing aftermath;
We set out from our burnt loams,
From the fires of our homes.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Run, Brother, Run

Brother, can you see
Where the wind has set us down?
Hold fast to what you have,
Gather what you brought to town.

Brother, did you know
We would ever come this far?
Look back down that road, friend,
Heed the rhythm of your heart.

Let your love take you back to
The land our fathers had;
Let your soul take hold of hope
Wielded by their weathered hands.

Brother, won’t you go
Before the storm returns?
Take that step and walk
Away—don’t look back when it hurts.

Brother can you see
Where the winds have set us down?
Gather what you have, and
Run, brother, run.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

We Are Safe

I remember what you said when
The dark swept us away:
“Hold on tight, don’t lose your mind;
We will pass through this night.”

Your words hung softly on my heart,
They calmed my trembling hands:
“Hold on tight, don’t lose your mind;
We’ll make it through this night.”

I remember what you said when
The tide took us afar:
“Come close, son, for now we wait;
We’ll close our eyes and pray.”

Your voice rang out over the waves,
It soothed my seasick soul:
“Hold on tight, don’t lose your mind;
We’ll make it through this night.”

I remember what you said when
The Sun sent us a kiss:
“Open your eyes, the Moon is gone;
We made it through the night.”

You Lost My Ear

Speak to me in silence,
Shower me with sentiments;
Touch me with a single glance,
I won’t listen to a word you say.

I have heard your words,
They are all the same;
I have felt your love,
It is an ugly game.

I have tasted drops of your treachery,
I have stood frozen stiff within its grasp;
I have smelled the scent of your avarice,
It has lingered on from within your past.

Speak to me in silence,
Shower me with sentiments;
Touch me with a single glance,
I won’t hear what you have to say.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Valleys and Depths

Bury your resentment in your chest;
Hide the anger deep within
Your valleys and your depths.

The fruit we find fallen upon our floors
Are remnants of the faults exchanged
At the thresholds of our front doors.
We banish to our basement walls
The ghosts of those we once adored.

Your wounded eyes are blinded by regret;
Resentment casts a shadow
On the past you’d soon forget;
Only Time will whisper what will come
Of anger and reluctance left unchecked.

Hold on all you want to ropes
Springing out from days long gone;
Cling to strings you dragged out from
The front lines of battles never won.

Bury your resentment in your chest;
Hide the anger deep within
Your valleys and your depths.

There is freedom from this form
Of denial that has left you torn;
The faults of those who trod before our time
Are not meant to become your downfall or mine.

Release the resentment in your chest;
Shed light on the abyss within
Your valleys and your depths.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

I Thought I Saw Freedom

I thought I saw Freedom’s face,
But I was caught up in desperation;
What I saw was the façade of a withering, fallen nation.

Rain-drenched trenches marked the borders;
Bloodstained stones lined the roads;
Dreams of hope painted the fields where
Lion hearts had made their homes.

Young and old now lie together in
A sea of what could have been;
Yesterday was soaked in sorrow so
Today’s Tomorrow could be freed.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Marching with Broken Bones Video


This is the video from my performance of
"Marching with Broken Bones"
at "Poetry for Personal Power" in Maryville, MO.
The theme of the event was "overcoming adversity."

This poem is for all the victims and survivors of abuse of any kind.
Know you're not alone...know it's not your fault...know that there is hope!

Here is the text of the poem in the video:

“Marching With Broken Bones”
by Adam Gonzales 

Taken by the hand, 
Led into the trees, 
The demons in the forest 
Did what they pleased. 

Days and nights, ten years of fright 
Feeling the paralyzing warmth of another. 
I set my sights on the glow of the moon, 
Set my course for the stars in the Milky Way. 
I knew I’d be home soon, if only I could stand, 
But Reality told me I’d have to crawl the entire way. 

I crept out of the forest on all fours, 
Past the burning bushes that stood watch at its doors. 
I made it to the meadow, my tender face swallowed up the Sun, 
In it I felt the hand of the Father who had searched ten years for his son. 

I’ve been to the forest; I won’t go back. 
I’ve seen the abyss and its monsters, all shrouded in black. 

There is no sleep for those who fight through their nights. 
There is little rest for the children with no shepherd, no protector. 
However, together, as wounded warriors we march, 
We climb our hills of defeat carrying our scars. 
Through enemy territory we watch the skies with hope of the promise of tomorrow, 
The solace of another day, with our backs to our sorrow. 

Conquering our demons is less about running, 
And more about finding the strength to stay. 

Through a solemn offering, through meditation on my longing, 
I have found the path that leads to renewing 
The broken bones I bear within. 

It is by the tender bones I bear 
That I give my life for those 
Who have seen the forest, 
Have felt the trees; 
Who long to soar, 
Those who yearn for release. 

Together we march, 
No longer beneath a cloud of pain; 
Together we find peace 
Dancing in the healing rain. 

Despite broken bones and tainted souls, 
We know the scent of victory; 
We march with adversity beneath our soles.

The Weight of the Crown

Rest for a while,
Rest for the night;
Rest your lonesome head, my boy,
Rest the remnants of your fright.

Seek out a peace,
Seek out a center;
Seek refuge for your wounded heart,
Seek out shelter for this winter.

The storm above,
The storm within;
The storm beneath your wings;
The storm will pass and return again.

Make ready for the unknown,
Make ready to battle;
Make ready lone ranger,
Make ready your saddle.

For now you can sleep,
For now you can lie down;
For now you can release the doubt
That is born from your gold crown.

Friday, March 23, 2012

To An Old Friend

I woke up today wishing it were all a dream:
My unanswered prayers and these quiet halls,
Your silent words and this emptied heart.
Where is your hope, did they take your smile?
I close my eyes to see your radiant face,
The one no one has seen in a while.

Come back to us, come back, my friend,
Where did you go? Why did it end?
The laughter of your tender soul,
The loving warmth of your embrace;
Come back to us, come back and stay.

I remember days when the best I had
Was the chance to hear your memories;
I remember nights when I kept hope because I knew
That you were praying for me too.
I remember that the path out of my broken past
Led me straight to you.

Come back to us, come back, dear friend,
Where are you now? Why won’t this end?
We miss the laughter of your soul,
We miss your warm embrace;
Come back to us, come back dear friend,
Come be with us to stay.

Sometimes when darkness claims my guiding light,
And life’s valleys seem too deep,
I’m reminded of what you once said:
That the father’s love for his son
Is one that he will keep.

Come back to us, come back, old friend,
We wait here for you, let’s begin again.
We miss your laughter and your joy,
We miss your loving, fatherly embrace;
Come back to us, come back, old friend,
Return to us to stay.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Take Me

Take my hand into yours
Take with it the scars of yore
Hold me up before the light
Bring me forth from the numb of night

Take my soul into your care
Take the burdens buried there
Delve into my infant depths
Rescue me from those regrets

Take and hold this heart of mine
Take and make my beauty shine
Take and bear the cross I’ve seen
Take and wash my memory clean
Lord, wash me clean

Take my hand to hold my heart
Capture my heart to heal my soul
Rescue my soul to make me whole
Make me whole with mercy’s might
Wash me in redemption’s light

Friday, March 16, 2012

Your Father's Crown


The king in splendor,
In glory rules.
In perfect form,
His love renews.

You are the jewel
Upon the maker’s crown.
Your body, your being,
You are the gem Nature renowns.

His heart’s song is the rhythm
To which we step.
Beneath his gaze we walk,
We know not fear, we do not fret.

The king, the ruler,
Our hope, our consolation,
Feeds the hunger of our souls
With fruit of reconciliation.

You are the jewel upon your Father’s crown.
Perfect in your creation,
Worth the very life he gave,
It was for you he laid it down.

You are the jewel, the gem
Beheld upon your savior’s crown.
It is in his mercy, in his love,
Your worth is found.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Marching With Broken Bones

Taken by the hand,
Led into the trees,
The demons in my forest
Did what they pleased.

I crept out of the forest on all fours,
Past the burning bushes that stood watch at its doors.
I made it to the meadow,
My tender face embraced the Sun;
I felt the hand of the Father
Who had been searching for his son.

I’ve been to the forest.
I won’t go back.
I’ve seen the abyss and its monsters,
All shrouded in black.

There is no sleep for those
Who fight through their nights;
There is little rest for the children
With no shepherd, no protector.
However, together,
As wounded warriors we march,
We climb our hills of defeat
Carrying our scars.

Through enemy territory
We watch the skies with hope
Of the promise of tomorrow;
The solace of another day
With our backs to our sorrow.

Defeating our demons is not about running away,
It’s about finding the strength inside to stay.

Some people in this world wake their eyes every day
To a spoonful of adversity mixed with a pint of pain.

Tell the battered wife
There is a road
That leads to freedom.

Tell the boy at school
That the bullies
Won’t always beat him.

Some people in this world
Wake up every morning
To the deafening silence of strife,
To a subtle self-mourning.

Tell the broken girl
That not all men
Were made to use her.

Tell the drinking man
That he is more
Than just a user.

Most people in this world
Have a hist’ry of hurt
And a story of regret;
Grant them the chance they need to forget.

It is by the tender bones I bear
That I give my life for those
Who have seen the forest,
Have felt the trees;
Who long to soar,
Those who yearn for release.

Arise in strength from the pit of your weakness;
Persevere with heart toward the field where your peace is.

Together we march,
No longer beneath a cloud of pain;
Together we find peace
Dancing in the healing rain.

Despite broken bones and tainted souls,
We know the scent of victory;
We march with adversity beneath our soles.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Rhythm of the Void

I see a rocking rhythm to
the noise in the void
between where you once
stood and where you
now choose to stay.

The waves of passivity pass
Softly through this empty space
Like ripples echoing through the
Air like siren songs—calling me
To forget you.

And I smell a sweet freedom
I never knew before.
There’s whimsy in my step and
A shimmer to my grin.
The silence sings a simple song—
One I boogie to with zest.

What We Thought We Thought We Knew

Remember that moment when we knew
We knew not what we swore we knew?

It was far beyond our grasp,
Trivial discrepancies,
Sentiments that would not last;
Things we thought we ought to know
Were frozen in our past.

In that moment we came to know
That what we knew was never known,
And what we never knew
We could never come to know.

Far beyond our reach,
A Formal knowledge never known;
Up above our heads,
There lay a light that’s never shone.

Remember that time we timed our thoughts
And found our thoughts were off?
What about that time we thought
Our time was just a thought
And our time really mattered not?

We just thought we knew the thoughts we had;
We truly thought we knew our minds.
What we surely knew was that our thoughts
Were something we would never find
Without knowing that we knew
What we thought there was to know
But really, did we even know what we thought we knew?

Monday, March 5, 2012

Let Your Void Become Your Path

When you feel you’ve lost all feeling
And you’re feeling like you’re lost,
Reach into the fire burning
In the bed of your desires.

What you once thought had gone numb
Has only cooled with Winter’s breath;
Resurrect the warmth within the cavern
Of compassion in your chest.

There’s a flame within us all
To thaw the bitterness we bear;
There’s a torrent of redemption
Ready to rinse us of despair.

Kindle the embers of the sentiments
You thought had grown defunct;
Enliven ashes from the pit
Into which your hopes have sunk.

When you find a void within
Where once your spirit knew not need,
Let it be a path for the grace
Upon which your tender heart must feed.

There's a fire in your being
Ready to warm your frosted soul;
Surrender to the blaze
And revel in its healing glow.

Far Beyond Reflections

You look into the glass
All you see is skin
They look into your eyes
All they see is sin

Rise above your doubt
Fly higher than their words
The skies of forgiveness
Are where your heart is heard

The past they can’t imagine
The moments they don’t see
Are tucked away behind
The broken life they see

Fly away, angel
Don’t let them hold you down
Your wings were made for soaring
Not for lying on the ground

You didn’t choose this life
You didn’t choose this pain
Trust and hope, sweet angel
You will know love again

Look into the glass
And see your beauty therein
Let their eyes pass judgment
From the hurt they hold within

You will rise above them
You will soar again
You will soon be taken
To the place where life begins

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Let Your Heart Fly Where It Will

If we could soar away tomorrow
Would you fly away with me?
Would you follow where the wind led?
Would you fall into the sea?

Why waste energy on folly and regret on cheap despair
When youth and vigor were created for sailing off into the air?

Leave your eyes open for a moment,
Close your grasp and raise your hands.
Ponder wonders you neglected
As we trail across the lands.

Our direction is tomorrow,
But for now, our home’s today.

Rest your worries and your words,
They’re only baggage at the gate.
Forget your fears and quell your mind,
Let you heart speak what it must say.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Price of Normalcy

They thought my thoughts were tame,
Thought my mind was right.
What they did not know was that I was insane,
That my ship left in the night.

The sails gleamed beneath a bright new Moon,
And took in the doldrum breath.
The dusk took with it the light of day,
The dawn welcomed my death.

In my white coat I sailed away
And never turned my eye.
To them, a vegetable am I,
To I, I am alive.

They can put me in a canister and lock it up tight,
They can place me in a box and seal it with a kiss.
The thoughts I have and the mind I keep,
My insanity is my source of bliss.

If normalcy is born of fear,
And the price of acceptance is my imagination,
I choose to die in debt to their standards,
A victim of their cerebral assassination.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Welcome Home

Put your fears away boy
Rest your mind a while son
The vacancy you see around
Is aftermath of battles won

You fought with a mighty heart
One stronger than theirs
What you thought was lost
Will be passed on to your heirs

Loss has no say in your journey boy
Defeat knows not your touch
You have conquered your demise
Whilst keeping close to your soul
The ardor of your love

You saw Death at it’s best
And felt its bitter tongue
But Life had you embraced
In healing arms my son

Seal away your scars
Put away our pain
The darkness you have seen
Is one you shall never see again

The battles you have faced
The quarrels you have won
Oh, rest your sword
Relax your arms
Welcome home my only son
Welcome home my little one

You Don't Have to be Alone

The tide is rolling back now,
Retreating back into the blue.
All that remain are remnants
Of the only storm you ever knew.

You grew up on the island,
It's the only land you know.
The ocean is your best friend,
On the shore the Sun watched you grow.

Come back, little sailor,
Chart yourself a course back home.
Come back, lonely hermit,
Don't spend your whole life alone.

You don't have to be alone.

You've weathered countless hurricanes,
Studied all the stars.
How is it you stay sane
In a world away so far?

We sent a message in a bottle,
Hoping it would find you,
Were our wishes all in vain?
If you return will you be the same?

Come back, little sailor,
Chart yourself a course back home.
Come back, lonely hermit,
Don't spend your whole life alone.

You should never have to live alone.
You don't deserve to feel alone.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Life in the Deep


Love has you in her arms
She has you wrapped in warmth
Under Summer skies and radiant shades of blue
She has brought you to a place of
Hope renewed

Tenacity held your hand along the sands
You followed where he led
He brought you to the waters
Where the walls you built crumble
Beneath satisfying falls

Joy lays steps for you to fill
As you trod along your way
She takes you to the lands of Peace
Where your heart will stay

Let yourself feast on the fruits
You find at your feet
They are yours to keep

Close your eyes and know your place
Among the children
Buried in blessings deep

Their Love is Alive

Their bodies are not with us
They cannot speak in words
Their love lives within us
It is in our hearts
Their whispers are heard

The souls we once touched
The voices we knew
Those who earned our trust
Those we embraced
Those with whom we grew

They are with us still today
They watch us close tonight
Their memory does not fade
Their love is alive

Monday, February 27, 2012

Your King Awaits


Broach the eyes beneath your fright;
Forget the force of your frustration.
Put to flight your fallen hope;
See the light of your salvation.

Days have passed like sleepless nights;
Nights have burned with strife.
Exhale the smoke stifling your pining soul;
Drink in the wine of your new fire!

Bid farewell to circles;
Your path is laid straight.
A king awaits your return;
He yearns outside your gate.

With arms like a bay ready to receive;
He longs to welcome your soul.
Run to him, leave behind your anchor;
Run until you feel the warmth you long to know.

It is your king who awaits;
Your father who loves.
Join your king in his splendor;
He brings grace from above.