Lonely Crowd

Crowded spaces
The most lonely places
Lonely in the midst of crowd
Everyone is there
No one is there
Everyone is talking
Deafening noise
We hear nothing
Is a mime
It means nothing
All noise, No sound
Is suffocating
A lot of yelling
Yet too much bottled inside
Stories untold hidden in the crevices of troubled minds
Memories buried in dark graves of depression
Mmmhhhh.....hmmmmm....mmmmhhh I cant breathe
Crowded spaces
Skin to skin, Sweat to sweat,
Touching yet not touchable
The distance is like the endless sea
Eyes collide, drift, collide again
The Souls wanders alone amidst the crowd
Reach out or not to reach out
The troubled mind of one seeking to connect
The fear..............
Scorn may await
Shame a certainty
Bearing the scars alone, the journey of abused and troubled soul
If only we know, how high society's wall
Crowded spaces, the scariest places
Surreal moments
Floating never settling
Exhausting trying to connect
Cannot connect for it is a mirage
Crowded spaces
The most lonely places

To Express or Not To Express

Expression
Some have the freedom to express
Yet words fail them
People fail them
Others have words
The audience is available
Yet the freedom is in bondage
Bondage by society norms
Bondage by law and decree
Bondage because we do not know how
Bondage as our expression will be scorned
Overwhelming joy, scorned when expressed
Sadness and deep depression scorned when expressed
Differing opinions persecuted and ambushed
Bondage from fear of the unknown
Expression must have an audience for one to truly express
Freedom to express can only be truly achieved
When those seeking to express have an audience open to listen
An audience that can listen
To words expressed
To words mimed
To the eyes glittering with joy
To the eyes glittering with deep sorrow
To a body in motion
To a body standing still
Grant me audience
That I may express myself

A Sit, A Voice, A Space

A sit at the table
The contention for space
Getting that spot at the table
The struggle for entry
The realization of the contentions at the table
A sit, A voice, A space
How loud to be heard
How aggressive to maintain a voice
How impressive to be recorded
A sit, A voice, A space
A healthy competition or suppression of others
A game of chess or just narcissistic craftiness
We run circles around each other
All eyes on the space
Is it a game of survival?
Is it crafting a pathway for solutions?
Never a clear answer for we need to survive for solutions to thrive
Is the end goal a shared space
Is the end goal to occupy
You tell me
Shared spaces and collaboration is the talk
Scheming for space to occupy is the walk
A sit, A voice, A space
We need to be in the space
We need to be heard
We must be recorded
Shared? Occupied?
You tell me