Flaws

weight of noise: weight of silence

White bed sheets
Hands bending

The air surrounding 
What is there to lose

Some are blind
Others can't hear
And it's still there

Trying to understand
One noise and two silences 
Trying to clarify 
A response from a word

Light of too dense 
Often too bright to see
Please help us find 
What exactly is to be

Though it's a question from thoughts
It runs into streams trying to find its way 
We found the map while walking in the forest 
Still the destination isn't anywhere marked

They say it's too heavy to lift
And too sensitive to fight
So how do we approach this sight?

We went back to our house
Visited the outer galaxy
Arrived at Antarctica 
Swam in deep waters
Located all it's physical evidence 
And still kept going back
To find what we didn't yet reach 

Everyday we attempt to gather meaning 
Writing research papers to support clarity 
Mapping out the other parts of the map
Taking more photography and clips
And still the answer isn't nearly surfaced

Others watch their dreams 
By turning on their tv screens
It makes you laugh and grip 
To those things that make you please 
Other than what really lives
And at the same time art can make you believe two different things 
From how creators believe and teach

Besides words music replaces its role
Too expressive or too extensive
It all depends to what draws us 
What connects and attempts to describe us

We follow idols like they're gods
When in reality they're people just like us 
Only with the advantage to speak in public

It isn't easy to separate what's right from wrong
Publishers and journalists try to seem so
Though not all words should be taken into toll 
And we should place our opinions because our voices matter so;

I originally started this poem with the imagery of an ocean
I looked at it outside from the window as the curtains distracted me from the current wind

The ocean is the place I go to sit and dream
Feel free to watch it with me as the ocean is sitting soundly at its place getting ready to sleep

The question of what's too much or too little
The question whether it's too bright or dark 
The question of what's right or wrong

Your answers will find proof from how you navigate the sea 
During how many ships are able to take a trip 
And how many visitors are able to swim

Have you ever thought how something beautiful is born?
It's similar to Spring way back when winter brings all its snow and heavy storms
How are such flowers able to survive? Beautiful sights have their mighty fights 
To build such concrete foundation you have to know what soil you're working with 
And after we know how to maintain
We are able to grow the planet with beautiful things and keep them striving

Sort of like a diamond in the rough
Before placing it for purchase at stores
It goes through mining as it gets all muddy 
It has to be wiped, furnished and jeweled 
Taken care of for it to mean something more than words and be the most precious stone out of all

Our world is like the ocean
Our world is like the forest
Our world is another galaxy
Our world is resourceful life

Without it we can't observe 
Without it we can't maintain
Without it we can't replace
Neither keep it the same

Besides shiny tv screens and iPhones ringing
Other than gaming scenes and movie skits
Other than money and wars overseas

Something before this tech world existed
With the gift to speak and gift to think 
We can unite and work as we all dream
At the end of the day we are all human beings
Trying to find the same answers to the same questions

There is nothing to lose That's why I sometimes let the ocean roam on its ownEven if it's bruised or too blueI know it will always find itself back home