create this nothing

Somewhere off the beaten path

In the jungles ofperiphery 

Animals like us make a living diving off contrived cliffs

Into broiling waters of loneliness and desperation

Behind closed doors

Hinging on mere remnants of good intentions

There is a wilderness fighting to get loose

Upon the traditional unsuspecting masses

We forget to lock with purpose

We neglet to make and do with nothing

Barging into vibrating rooms with darkness

Engaging hearts that strive to light

Humor, goodness and compassion

The dying crafts of this material world

Weaving spells uncast when the heartbreak was the worst

Get me to this edge you sing of

Pull me to this crowd that chants your name

Hand me promises enflated from your very breath

And i will join this cult, this thruth beneath the lies

The essence of existence too crushed to ever heal

On its own

Worship at the feet of lives worn with abundance

Spilling at the seams with too many heavy words of love

Let the ground beaneath you fall away and leave the freedom

Of hanging on or letting go

The only decision we have left to make alone