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~

Breaking Free

I often am burdened with a deeply rooted dread,
It usually attacks the good thoughts in my head.
I feel an anguishing fear and a somber discord,
In my every day life I feel the fear try to hoard.
I feel fear of simple things like talking to strangers,
I feel unease and anxiety as if there were dangers.
I have a fear of going out and fear of staying home,
And fear of being overwhelmed and also being alone.
Irrational as it seems the pain inflict is too real,
Fear is segregating me with each passion it does steal.
I must stand and face my fears until they fade away,
And when the fear departs I’ll know freedom on that day.

~David Phillips~

Worry

I often sit and worry in an idle ponderous gaft,

Unable to decide should I go forward or go aft.

I worry about the things, of which I do not have control,

I seldom find enough to make the worry whole.

Most often it is simple and yet difficult to bear,

When the worry has taken over it’s hard for me to care.

Driven by dark emotion worry eats away my core,

It leaves me feeling cold as if naked on the floor.

I know there is escape but where is it for me,

Am I looking in the right place, some times it’s hard to see.

Perhaps I should accept my fate and hope it will subside,

But needless suffering will go on and that I won’t abide.

~David Phillips~

From Pain To Life

Standing waiting withered bend

Hoping dreaming awkward mend

Burning bitter arid rain

Loving hating tender pain

Contented stirring sleepless heart

Droned conjecture absconding art

Vacant abundance endless hold

Devouring tempest viciously cold

Breathless lifeless sounds avail

Radiant colors electrically pale

Searching believing empty displaced

Judgmental impetuous bound disgraced

Subtle arrogant neglectful deed

Reserved contemptuous fallowed seed

Subversive dramatist decisive coarse

Deterred resilience commanding force

Yearning void disdainfully gripped

Battered reclusive beaten whipped

Fleshless lifeless horrifically worn

Swiftly departed despondently mourn

Returned rebirth divinely swayed

Celestial creation time remade

~David Phillips~

Growing Old

Our looks they will fade, and our bones will grow thin

Will we welcome it gracefully, when old age sets in

A few more wrinkles, how they define the face

And our waistlines will grow at a pretty good pace

When our legs begin to bend, they’ll call it a bow

But our ears will be fine, if they don’t talk so low

Medications will increase and our incomes will suck

But they’ll give us more discounts and a wish of good luck

Old age brings about an assortment of strange

But the wisdom we’ll learn makes up for the change

If we give into the belief that it’s just natures way

We will spend our last days with a lot less dismay

~David Phillips~

Now

What is this thing that we call time and when did it begin,

Will we ever be able to discern or should we just give in.

We could try and search the heavens but we will likely never know,

What time really is and what perpetuates its flow.

Time is but a constant that perhaps may never end,

But can time be reversed, can it alter, can it bend.

There is a space I know that time seems to have no power,

It can’t be measured by a second, a minute or an hour.

It is a rift in the constant, that time refused to allow,

And yet it moves through time and space infinitely known as now.

It’s a moment to be embraced and used to its extent,

Quick we are to learn that’s where all our time is spent.

It has been tagged as the present as some people have mused,

But the true purpose of the now has been mistaken and misused.

So if you find this useful and you wish to free your self from time,

Stay present in the moment and use the now as your prime.

~David Phillips~

My Life

I go to speak but the words won't come,

And when I think my brain goes numb.

I search the earth to find my way,

But where I fit I cannot say.

I feel alone in a crowded room,

I have no friends to share in my gloom.

A thousand thoughts attack my head,

Most are unpleasant but not all dread.

A stranger in my own right,

Hiding in the dark away from the light.

Not by choice but perhaps by design,

I know in time a place I’ll find.

Until such events transpire for me,

I’ll suffer in silence until I’m set free.

~David Phillips~

Time

Time is not a power that any man should wield,

Like a torrent river time itself will never yield.

We pass through it like a shadow cast by a fading sun,

It’s ceaseless in its quest and can never be out run.

For it carries us along like a breeze stirring air,

Think of time as a gift, be present and don’t despair

~David Phillips~

Becoming Me

I seek solace in the faces of people that I know,

Depending on them more and more, ever as I grow.

Life it has no bias and will not decide my fate,

It is up to me to seek the aid in carrying this weight.

I know it’s never simple and I know I’ll often wane,

But valuable are lessons born from misery and pain.

This battle is my burden that I must conquer in the end,

Excepting that it in time my painful wounds will mend.

I’ll exploit my scars, reminding me, to let go of the scorn,

In knowing that’s the only way I can truly be reborn.

As I wake into this world filled with magnificence and grace,

Overwhelming me as I try to hide the gleam upon my face.

I revel in the knowledge that I can live my life this way,

My potential at it’s best from this course I must not stray.

~David Phillips~