Exit

Get out!
You are no longer welcome.
You've been inhabiting my mind--
since the day I let you in.

You've been living inside,
Tearing the paint on the walls.
Like a phlegm I try to cough up,
Stubborn to be released,
you restrict my breathing.

It's time for you leave, your effects dissolving.

Reality

Unleash your cravings.
Release all your savings.
Walk the dog, feed the cat,
Clean the tank, trap the rat.

Free a bird to send a message.
Spin the bottle and dare an act of courage.

Build a wall with a strong foundation.
Break barriers, start a tradition.

Form a circle around the night.
Carve your name to a day of light.

Dream endlessly and believe continuously.
Stars will align, truth is a possibility.

Crossing

I wonder why I always look down.
A stride to temporarily be apart,
My feet reunite, reaching the end point.

Head not looking ahead.
Eyes fixed to the concrete,
Cementing the prints I leave behind.

My trails are structurally random;
Like my mind running in organized motions,
treading my disorderly thoughts--provoking emotions.

I wonder what would happen if I pick my head up;
From the dirt, I cover my face in mud.
Therapeutic treatment, cells awakening.

To where I look, each direction--lines are endless.
Passing strangers, each preview--sneaking immediate judgments.

When will my interests be paid? I wonder--
How will I pay it forward?
I look up and I can finally see.
I know I'd always look down;
I look down--and wonder.

Words Unspoken

The Impossible

written by: Jesson Rata 

These dreams.
Psychedelic dreams.
Untouchable yet, describable-- in some ways.
One moment turns into something else--
like mixing drinks, experiencing a different taste--
between sweet and sour--hot and cold--
the gray area mushes, turning into a hybrid form.

Interpretations will only add to a stack of questions.
Trying to figure out--deciphering the meanings behind what's already confusing.
The brain fiddles and play with scenarios. Like an unsolved mystery--cliffhangers.
Perhaps it reveals our deepest desires.
Perhaps it reveals our truest natures.

Waking up is pointless.
It ends the adventure.
Even nightmares can be fun--heart races.
Sometimes we try to revert the traces.
Clues are left behind like memories--quickly faded.

These dreams.
Psychotic it seems.
Prescriptions--Doctor recommendations.
Insomniac relations--day dreaming of immeasurable temptations.
Deprived of ecstatic doses--medicine will only nourish addictions.

Shut your eyes and try to fall.
Wake up and it will all dissolve to nothing at all.
Dreams are what we strive for.
Dreams are what we yearn for.
Dreams---they are what we live for.

Words Unspoken

Four-Play

written by: Jesson Rata

Four corners.

Stands, four players. 

Quarrels of foul cries, collided.

Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.

Devising plans, careful detectives. 

Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.

Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 

Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 

Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 

Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 

The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 

The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 

The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation. 

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Drowning 

written by: Jesson Rata

Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you look around, checking.

Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating.

Screaming for help. . .  no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping.

Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing.

Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?

Words Unspoken

Eventually

written by: Jesson Rata

Today is earlier than usual. 

It's not like any other days,

it's becoming a ritual.

Tasks at hand were once confusing; 

like riding the waves slowly, you're cautious to not make mistakes,

yet, you were falling. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.

Even when the water is raging,

you continue believing--

moving is breezy.

Relax your mind and your body will follow.

Allow your soul to take over,

release all the sorrow--

soak in all the positivity,

spirits, swallow. 

When things get crazy,

your vision gets hazy.

Just close your eyes, imagine a world where there are skies--

of no lies.

Where the ground is stable;

not shaken by any label.

Now open your eyes;

Do you see a world of disguise?

Capture that vision, now your realize.

The politics, views, the price of arguing--

the war, hunger, win a prize of suffering. 

Today is still early.

It's never too late.

When are you going to make a change?

Start by breathing, speaking--

let your message reverberate. 

You're getting used to the ride.

You're moving steadily--cruising. 

Skipping your steps, you don't mind bruising. 

Your journey extends through space--traversing. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow.