Pensieve Therapy (also known as a mind dump)

Uno

In change
There's no time to think
To blink
Forever on the brink
In the pause
The cause
Stuck waiting on effect
In the bisect
Where future meets past
The black coming in fast.
It's a leap into the dark
A hope sprung on a lark
A quickly rising tide
A breach in time's divide
Between the way things are
And wishing on a star
For how things could be
If every soul set free
The possibility
Of love.
There is no time to breathe
Ask what do I believe
What's done is done
What's next must come
There's no moment to speak
No knees that grow weak
As we pause and stare at the deep
There is only the leap.

Dos

Loud words and louder hate
Flecks of spittle elucidate
The point, the fear, the feeling
Emphasize that we are reeling
In ways only he can fix
As if it's not a show of shit
Mistaken for a show of strength
A tired joke, played at length
Upon an unsuspecting crowd
Too eager to be wowed
To realize they are being played
On every side, in every way
By puppeteers with hearts of ash
We've fallen through the looking glass
To find a world not quite our own
Insanity's taken hold the throne
And either way, the middle's lost
Either choice and we've crossed
The Rubicon of fate
It's gone, it's gone, we woke too late
To check out our reflection
To discover the infection
That is costing us our souls.



Tres

Woke up this morning, weary head
Lifted, poking out of bed
Found a mallet in my face
Ain't no resting in this place
Say I'll start the morrow
But that's just me avoiding sorrow
Knowing morrows never come
Knowing life is more than sums
But somehow less than all its parts
As in one place we quickly march
To nowhere's dyin' hill
For we was really standin' still
As we quickly marched along.
Hard to be tellin' up from wrong
When life's spent fightin' change
Like every time it comes in range
We swing with all our might
But morning brings the same ol' plight
Still whack them same ol' moles
Still dig them same ol' holes
Still waitin' on a morrow ain't  comin' round
For today's the only ground
We can ever really change.

Quatro

Oft the quietest soul has words it can't speak
The joyful soul has tear's it can't weep
A summer soul has felt cold's touch the deepest
A stormy soul always feels the weakest
A righteous soul is always born of darkness
A warrior's soul will break the more it's sharpened
For there is pain beyond fathom that no solace can cure
A venom that renders the certain unsure
And it burns in our veins like injections of ice.



Cinco

For so long I've dreamed 
Of meeting the King
At the end of all grief and all pain
And thinking there I could remain
For I'd finally be clean
Finally know everything
But I won't know a thing
Save that I'm unclean
I'll be fully seen
My pretenses peeled
I'll be fully revealed
But I doubt I will know it till after
For in joy beyond laughter
In hope's quiet awe
I'll see the beating heart of it all
By grace I'll be shattered, by mercy enthralled 
At the feet of the infinite, there I will fall
My face in the dust, there I will crawl
Aware of only one thing
That I'm seeing, finally seeing, the King.
With dirt on my face, there I will sprawl
And I will not matter, I won't matter at all.