Unwind [Just Fine]

Unwind, refine the mind that is meant to find the time when you were just fine…life on rewind.

Unwind, define the line that drew the portrait of your life sublime, without the thought of present time.

I am just fine says my pride to my reeling mind.  You need to unwind says my heart to the central nerve line.  Just sit and recline—take the time to let go and find—Unwind, find the silence within your mind.

Unwind, decline the rhyme and reason you wind up in these tight spots and trains of thought even though you thought that you were just fine.

Unwind, remind those behind that they had their time to speak their mind and that silence is a golden nugget to be mined…because you are just fine…with the silence within your mind.

Unwind, redefine the spine of the loved ones to whom you bind…the ones for whom you fall—so blind…the connection is within your heart—but only on your part—this truth is within your mind.

Unwind, realize what is not divine…what you thought was thine, was really just assigned by the fates to the one who is next in line…you just caught a glimpse of another’s life…not really what’s defined.

Unwind, resign the parts so malign—of the broken heart and mind…to the depths of night—show your might—unwind, refine the steel of your armor inside…impurities—grind, strengths—combined, let no one within your mind.

Unwind, safe behind the fibers so entwined—outside can only see the rind—not what’s on your soul and mind…unwind, of things unsteady I’m disinclined…because…

I am just fine says my pride to my reeling mind.  You need to unwind says my heart to the central nerve line.  Just sit and recline—take the time to let go and find—Unwind, find the silence within your mind.

So, just unwind…unwind and find the silence…deep…within your heart and mind…because…you…are…just…

Fine.

Diaries of the Dyer Street Dynasty; Part II--The Glance

4 am and I can't sleep again,
There's just too much noise to ignore it.
2 am left me wanting a friend,
Although I've no voice to request it.

Flop out of bed and I go for a drive,
Before the sun comes up and takes me alive,
Called past the point where my feet dare to strive,
Why I must go far-- I cannot contrive,

Trying to catch the last bit of fresh air,
Crossing the mountains left me feeling aware,
On the way home--down the thoroughfare,
Noticing movement, I glance--she glares...

Wondering what the hell I could have done;
To deserve the response that I'd just won;
Red light turns to green--hit the gas-- I'm gone;
Of these thoughts and feelings I am not fond...

It took only a glance and moments introspection,
To pick up and read her heart like a publication.
Reading headlines of missteps and revelation;
Bylines played out like the latest news sensation.

Black on white, her life written in blocks and news columns…
Dark and light, her face crisscrossed with lines shaded and solemn…
In her eye, a spirit of fated warriors—guerreras with glory far fallen…
In my sight, una compadre de la otra madre—a sister who’s spirit is walled in…

Next light turns red and I’m stopping again,
Truck pulls up beside me, occupants looking right at me,
The man that is driving jokes with his ‘friend’…
The woman that had just before glared back at me.

6 am and I’m still on the mend,
I don’t know why I stress and so deeply care about this…
6 am and I’m trying to defend,
This mind and heart from breaking and falling apart—because of greater distress…

So watch o’re your back and don’t get off track,
Pile your thoughts up with the rest of the stack,

With head in hands and heart in your throat,
Know that you couldn’t slow down that boat,

That’s slowly been taking her down…
That’s quickly deepened your frown.

7 am and I’m back home again…
Back to the noise and my life on rewind…
It’s just too hard to ignore it…

Diaries of the Dyer Street Dynasty: Part 1 The Re-Introduction

Diaries of the Dyer Street Dynasty: A description of the random happenings and visions of my late-night drives when I can't sleep...

Part I—the Re-Introduction

Her hair and spirit’s blowing…she’s moving with the wind…
On a crooked path she’s strolling…Smile twisted like a sin,
Bluffing the cards she’s holding, knowing that with them she can’t win,
Not knowing where she’s going…just only where she’s been
Wishing she could stop the tolling…the church bell’s deep dark din

Although I can’t recall her name, there’s something familiar about her grin.
In another life she was a school yard friend; but the visage, not the spirit transcend.

Her lips are red, her heart is blue…
Life is tough, and love’s untrue…
The cards you needed weren’t the ones you drew…
But don’t despair, just start anew…

Dyer street dynasty, the Queens of the Night, dancing alone in the neon lights,
The chains binding your soul are about as tight, as the confines of your sight…
Those that clip your wings and keep your soul from taking to freedom's flight,
Are swarming all around you, watching-- waiting, for you to stop the fight.

Her blood runs red; she’s black and blue…
The words he spoke just weren’t true…
The makeup covers the pain in you…
But raise your head; I’ll fight for you…

I can see the years within your eyes, and I come to know your fears simply through your sighs.
You need not speak about your trials; they’re written upon your face—hidden behind smiles,
We sit and talk-- my anger starts to rise; seems as though we’ve only just met but I’m compelled to pumble those guys;
The ones who abused, beat, misused the sister at my side; the ones who cannot seem to tell anything but candied lies.

Mangled monarch-- defiled duchess; stand to face the ones that transgress,
Mind not the mouthy maidens--the bible thumping jury, or the pulpit speaker’s fury.
These Sunday Morning-only Christians, would do well to mind their own perditions…
For the Father and Son live with love and lead by example; not convert by lead-footed trample…

Midnight maiden, come walk in the light.
Understand that we all have demons to fight.
Finger shaking and gossip making, no one has that right;
For in the end, when truth be told, no one’s got it all right.

Blood runs red, and tears flow in dark blue,
Who are we to pass judgment on you?
To say that one is completely honest--is itself, untrue.
Dry your eyes, show your smile—there’s still much hope for you.
There’s a life on the streets beyond the don’ts and dos.
Where you go and what you do, is completely for you to choose.

So while I’m pleased to meet you again and make this introduction,
I hope to never again see you at this dim-lit intersection,
At the crossroads of hell and limbo, of dark secrets and introspection…
I knew you before you fell in this, so I know who you are upon further inspection.

Remember the good life long gone,
And realize that it can still be won.
In the middle of these vultures you don’t belong
Your parents miss you, so hop in friend—I’ll drive you home.