Pressurized Cans

Falling down allows us to stand,
so when did we decide that falling down is banned?
Because it's not planned, suddenly it's canned
into a pressure-filled cup that keeps filling up.
As the pressure builds, we suddenly wonder,
"How did my life suddenly plunge under,
Under the water, where I feel like I'm drowning,
Where a smile can do nothing but mask the frowning?"
And yet, it's because we've forgotten the truth,
that truth that falling down is simply a part of youth,
and we are all just youth walking around
on this solid ground just hoping to be found.
We try to plan each step and action
while still being shocked at a negative reaction
from a crowd that we desperately tried to please
to somehow appease the unease that comes when we trapeze -
Trapeze between the rungs of love and hate, impatience and wait.
So let's abate the suddenly grandiose debate
of whether acceptance and tolerance creates a clean slate;
of whether keeping quite dictates what's fate and innate.
As though, suddenly, apathy is held higher than actuality
and passivity more respectably than passion.
Meanwhile, can's continue to become pressurized
In a society where pressure can presumably be lifted by keeping silent.
Opinion is sufficient only when it keeps the peace,
yet where is the peace in the place where love seems to cease?
We're all dolls on a shelf, told to remain,
but who, then, will call forth the rain?
The rain that will truly cleanse the obscene routine scene
of detachment and halfheartedness in almost every teen.
Wake up, sleeping giants, for many are there
who've never know Love, present everywhere.
For somewhere has become no where
and silence has begun shouting
Shouting, "Help me! I'm alone! Who can hear me!"
Listen to the cries sneaking from the pressurized cans,
Reach out & touch with healing, strengthening hands.

Society's Toil

Fame and fortune; failure, foe

All those things you grow to know.

Each of which are defined

By society’s foolish mind.

We sit and ponder our “problems” and “worries”

Never thinking the cause be hurries –

Here to there and there to here

Rushing around, ignoring those near.

So when did apathy become the new sympathy?

And empathy become as valued as dirt.

“Look out for yourself & yourself only”

is now the standard, but leaves all lonely

because though we wish to fly all alone

even a bird needs a branch to condone

the exhaustion and errors it makes as it flies,

for once it’s home, it can’t disguise

such heartache and tire and mistake and pain

that occurred when looking after it’s own gain.

Flying alone was never the aim,

for acting alone is no way to fame.

Yet society tells you that this fame is true,

which then begs the question, “What should I do?”

“Do I sacrifice heart and truth and love

simply to have that which is ‘sort of’ –

‘sort of’ good and ‘sort of’ bad

‘sort of’ sufficient and ‘sort of’ glad

‘sort of’ alright and ‘sort of’ ok

but ‘sort of’ enough is not the best way.

This life that society claims you should crave

will always lead you to a crash wave –

one that comes and knocks you down

and rolls away as you stumble and drown.

This is the care that the world gives offer,

but, sweet child, there’s more in the coffer.

There is a life filled with purpose and joy,

a life you can know if you choose to deploy

the beauty that you’ve been given inside

by Jesus Christ, Savior, who will provide

a way to mend your failing heart

and comfort you when you’re falling apart.

He is near and loves you so,

choose to simply let God and let go.

You are not chained to society’s thought

for you, precious one, have been exclusively bought

with a cost far exceeding the price,

come, then; accept the sacrifice.