If something exists 
but doesn’t work 
for you or
doesn’t achieve results 
that you like 
you can hardly 
ever blame it
you simply refuse 
to use it 
for its intended 
purpose but rather 
than admitting that 
it is red
you insist that 
it is blue 
see my point 
things only are
what they are 
and never what 
we hope or
want or wish 
them to be 

There is something 
about the harp
that upon hearing 
soothes my mind 
it’s as though 
the strings of 
Heaven are saying 
to my heart 
just love son
and in that
you’ll find happiness 

I am disabled 
of bone only 
for my mind
knows its inspiration 
and my heart 
knows its truth 
and my soul 
too its purpose 
it may take 
me longer getting 
where I’m going 
but rest assured 
that I’ve already 
been for the 
mind heart and 
soul goes ahead 
so that the 
body may follow 

Always peace comes 
with a cost
it’s never free
if it does 
then it’s not 
be wary the 
hawker and promises
be cautious of 
easy simple solutions 
you are not 
the chosen one 
you aren’t anointed 
if anything you 
are a mule
tasked with shouldering 
every heavy burden 
heaped upon you 
up the steepest 
slope to the 
highest of mountains 
where upon reaching 
you’ll be freed
from all woe
worries and wounds 
this is the 
price of peace