A Call Away

I stand at the end of the road waiting for you to join me. Wondering if I called out loud enough for you to hear. If you need me I'm only a call away. If you desire a shoulder to lean on I'm here. 

Love always, Esha 

Unpopular Reality

Give me the truth 

One thing I learned about lying 

Is the upkeep cost is too high 

Because you have to lie again to maintain a lie 

So tell me the truth 

Even if it curls your upper lip 

And brings salty disappointment to trusting eyes 

I can't live in the dark 

Unaware of the light 

Always wondering why the story didn't make sense 

Sensing the inconsistencies in my mind 

Knowing that I'm being deceived 

 

By a fallacy that is wasting my precious time 

So tell me the truth 

I triple dog dare you to be honest 

Be the opposite of mainstream news 

And tell me the unpopular reality 

Give me the meat with the bones 

Leave no stone unturned in it's deliverance 

Either way it goes down like bitter medicine 

The hardest part is admitting to it's sour taste

Accepting it comes with time 

But even if it desolates 

The life I believed to be fine 

I would like to hear it, 

All the same  

Because you can't have the sunshine 

Without a little rain 

 Love always, Esha

Seeing Tomorrow

I look for the bright side. I think we all do! We search for the road to understanding knowing that the words necessary may elude us at times. But we try and try and try again. Knowing that each failure brings us closer to winning. The world may see your mistakes and call you a loser. They see your upsets as amusing anecdotes in an otherwise boring life. Don't be deceived by their laughter. Don't be consumed or compromised by the misplaced judgment you face. Don't be swayed by the hurt and pain people place on your crowded shoulders. It is not your burden to carry. Keep pushing for the tomorrow that others fail to see. Love always, Esha <3

Freedom Sings

I wanna hear the loud banging of a new day dawning 

Let the tambourines shake 

Let the bass drop 

Let truth clash against lies like strong tides,

Hitting the desolate shore 

We need the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob 

We need freedom like a plant requiring soil 

Like a lamp with a plug but no power source 

We bang against the drum of hope 

Praying that the friction of our hands 

Strike fire in the heart of the oppressed 

If the illusion of democracy is over... what's next?

Let the burgeoning dreams of tomorrow sing a new song 

Love always, Esha <3