Chance

You, the shifty robber of despair,
A momentary passion of hope
That seizes misery by the throat,
Open the door to ardent paradise
In a bonfire of imaginary promises.
Take this anxious heart beyond
Industrial poison, the dirt submerged,
Diluted soap of freedom penetrating
Obscured senses, prying new eyes open
That seek solace in love and oblivion.
Up in the sky your light shines,
Designed to be recognized
By the wise or the lost,
Fragments in retrograde once cheated,
Brought to the knees by heavy burdens,
Kisses and smiles grappling for air,
A buried redemption that seeks to escape,
Setting the loose knots of history in order.

The Genie

Brush gently, open me up

Out of these confines, these corners,

The walls disintegrating,
The office dissolving before my eyes,
Help me out of the cement,
Untie the ropes that keep me bound,
Draw me through the opening
Like a spirit escaping mortality.
Give me eyes that are fresh
That I may see the world anew
As a newborn through a birth portal,
Electric wormhole to the world outside.
My talents are confiscated, my passions subdued,
Suffocating under my own magic,
Here in this lamp, a castrated dilletante
Waiting for the miracle,
Some wise soul to rub me out,
Resume growth, engage potential,
When it happens I will reach humility,
Sanctity, the orbital webs of joy
Kneading my completeness, in service to others,
A Bishop removed, snapping off chains,
Freedom to move, free to live.