Music

As the music fills my ears I can feel it lift up my soul,

When the melody abates I somehow don’t feel whole.

I love to mimic lyrics with a flawless harmonious verve,

When seen by other people I often slip and loose my nerve.

Meaningful sonnets penetrate the very depths of my core,

And when I’ve heard every chorus I find I still want more.

I am always and ever searching for an inspired spiritual hum,

Or at least an uplifting vibe to help me shut away the gloom.

When I find a soulful song that takes away my pain,

I know my life has meaning and my suffering is not in vain.

~David Phillips~

Fight For Justice

Where is the justice I cannot see?

Why do I suffer can they not see me.

What is the cause of this despicable plight?

They offer reason but they don’t make it right.

No one should have to endure such pain,

We need to stand strong and say never again.

We once sat in silence but no more we will,

With a voice growing strong we must march on the hill.

We will all stand together as true as the day,

In all that we do and all that we say.

~David Phillips~

Nature

The soft flicker of a dawning morn has brushed the blades of grass with a magical dew, displaying the delicate veneer of sparkling wonder as the sun beams its brilliant hue, a shimmering essence dances like rays of light reflected off stained glass, with a sharpness that slices through the translucent mist with each and every pass. I stand in awe of the wondrous things before me to behold, as I consider nature’s fragile balance it leaves me humbled and feeling cold. But the sun eternally sends me warmth with each passing day, to connect with, to feel inspired and give me reasons to stay.

~David Phillips~

Making Sense

I feel a disconnection and sense a lack of sync,

I hurry to catch up but it happens in a blink.

“I’m human, I’m alive,” I bellow with dissent,

I’ve gone, I’ve vanished, I wonder where have I went.

I feel a storm inside me, as it darkens with despair,

I know it’s where I’m hiding but I’m not sure if I care.

I continually search for reasons to keep going in this fight,

I think I have it figured out but I’m not sure if I’m right.

How can I make sense of all this treachery and pain,

When I’m not even certain of my worth or if I’ll gain.

They keep urging me to move onward in spite of all my faults,

I’ll try to hold out one more day in hopes my anguish halts.

~David Phillips~

Stress

Stress makes me weak and leaves me in pain,

It fills me with fear like a storm in my brain.

It tears at my chest and a hole it does leave,

It hurts just to swallow and it gets harder to breath.

My hands become numb and my stomach it turns,

When stress takes control how quickly it learns.

Stress is a fiend that cannot be out run,

But stress can be weakened through frolic and fun.

Stress weighs me down and takes a toll on my heart,

But in time and with help my stress will depart.

~David Phillips~

Fear

What is this thing that we call fear?

And what does it do while it is here.

Is it trying to help or make us feel pain?

Or is its main goal to drive us insane?

Where does it come from and where does it hide,

And what does it do when it’s locked up inside?

I can know when it’s near, as I feel all undone,

I guess in the end it wants me to run.

The path it presents is too easy for me,

A retreat to the shadows is where I will flee.

I try my hardest to withstand its attack,

But the fear is so strong and it weighs on my back.

If I take little steps perhaps the fear will not know,

As I strengthen my self for one final blow.

When the time is upon me and fear takes control,

My strength and my courage will force fear in its hole.

~David Phillips~

The Noise

My mind always creates a flurry of disruption,

Usually it’s driven by a boisterous corruption.

It never points in one direction so I’m not sure of its aim,

As it rips through my head, it leaves me filled with shame.

I will quest to know the reason why it has to be this way,

What is it that I’m missing I wonder more each day.

Am I doing something wrong or am I simply out of sync,

With all the clamor and confusion it’s really hard to think.

Friendless and alone is how it desires me to feel,

Persuading me to except it, as if it all were real.

It thinks of me as weak, as if I had no way to win,

It plays upon my fear in the hope that I’d give in.

Staunch is my conviction that the noise won’t always last,

I will find the inner strength to keep the noise lost in my past.

~David Phillips~