Impossible Dreamers

in the darkest of times
they can still see their Star

it has illuminated their
path from first breath

they are drawn inexplicably to
the battlefields of life;
held steadfast by unseen hands

they refuse to stay in the dirt
when life knocks them down

that which tries their faith
inevitably strengthens it

they will shield broken hearts
and hold dying hands -
drawing strength from what
the world calls loss or defeat

setbacks only motivate them

they are unwilling to bow to
the challenges before them

they will never accept the yoke
of terror or inferiority
the world would enslave them with

oh, how we need these
warriors of hope and love -
the impossible dreamers

for they are the ones who know
victory isn’t defined by
circumstance or outcome

victory is believing
you still can and must

victory is never giving up!

Witness

I watched
as it was led away
by what is

an outcast now -
a teacher lacking students
in a world knowing everything

it is said a prophet
is without honor
in their own home

the same could be
said of Time

I stand here
a witness
to the exile of
what was

knowing
it will never be again



Beholder

if seeing is believing
then truth should be assured;
but truth, much like beauty, 
is oftentimes obscured

the things that we believe
are in many ways ordained
by that which is desired
or that which is disdained

when avarice leads men
and hate is left to smolder;
lies can become truth
in the eyes of the beholder