San Antonio, Texas
Defined by our past
Our great loves and epic tragedies
Our triumphs and failures
The company we keep
And those who’ve fallen
The surface so easily legible
We are labeled and defined
Friend or Foe
Worthy or Unworthy
What then remains
We are all that can be seen
Yet so much more
Dreaming creatures, we are passion
Longful leaders, wild believers
Beautiful lovers, hopeful visionaries
Ever-changing, always and forever
Dreaming, believing, seeking
Who we are
We are wild winged creatures
Diving the depths of the world
Thinking we cast shadows in our flight
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, we are doves pure and white
We question where the winds have carried us
What caverns deep our wings have swallowed
The darkness which descends, engulfs us
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, a spirit free and bright
Our wings longer with every pulse
We soar higher than mountains, than heavens
An armor of mind and body
We descend upon terrors, victorious
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, a creation strong and bare
Blending with the landscapes of land and oceans
We are painted, tinted by the colors of the world
Burning bright in the light, a beacon in the night
We have changed, we remain, we are…
Dragons, fire and night
Demons, pain and life
Doves, pure and white
Human, wrong and right
Inspired by a close friend.
We are burdened with our insecurities, with the choices we make thinking they define us. They do not define us, only change us. Yet, who is to say change is bad. We may not be who we once were, but we will always be who we were meant to be. We may have changed, but we remain, we are ourselves.
The strength of many
Begins with the strength of one
The laughter of a crowd begins with a story
A movement begins with a step
Let us hear your voice so we may rejoice
In your individuality
Rise up and scream, shout, laugh, sing.
Rise up and be silent.
But let not people think of cowardice, but of restraint and composure, of dignity and wisdom.
For not all that is said is worth listening to.
Man or woman, the truth lies in our hearts.
What we believe we are and what lives, shines underneath.
The truth resides in our souls, not in the form we hold.
Release it and find a flame that burns, yearning to be seen.
So concerned are we with the idea of realism,
we conform, forgetting our voice of imaginative power.
We each hold a flame within us, glowing with destructive ferocity.
Expose yourself to the wind, letting it catch within you,
expressing your wildest fears, dreams and visions.
We are bound, neither one without the other, trusting the wind to set us free.
A flickering flame without, a scorching blaze arisen in its breath.
Growing and growing we ride the embers of expression,
exhilarating in this exposure of ourselves.
A brightness no longer contained, we are alive,
living in the truth of our beauty, the freedom of our souls,
alight with the flames of desire in exposure of oneself.
Join me in expressing yourself to expose yourself.
Express to Expose 