I give voice to the voiceless
as I share all my pain
I bring choice to the choiceless
to continue living

I shine light where its lightless
exposing what’s hidden
I give flight to the flightless
to soar unburdened

I offer love for the loveless
I am here with you too
You have worth, you’re not worthless
’cause we all have value

There can be joy for the joyless
I will help you to find it
There is hope for the hopeless
I am here to remind this

I spend emotional currency for the poor in spirit
By pouring out the pain in me It’s for you , I write it

. By Kevin Beary

It’s been so long but I found my voice again
Hear me roar , watch me soar
on the whipping winds
My minds wings
take me higher and no more dire
thoughts , can shoot me down again.

I’ve been set free, from the cage I’ve built
to imprison me and the rage I’ve felt.
There’s no longer need for this punishment
I no longer believe
my past cruel judgement and sentence served, has been deserved.

So it’s time for me to once again roar
The way I once used to , way before
I let myself beat me down
Kick me around
Cause me to live in fear, but I will fight back
I will persevere.

I’ve been looking for a savior.
Should be looking in the mirror
It’s not upon anyone else
to look after my own health
But I found my voice again
and I will roar , and I will soar
and be my own best friend.

By Kevin Beary

Do you remember that time you were happy ?
I am writing to remind you what happened.
The fleeting thoughts , you thought were lost are here in this sappy and sad soliloquy I’ve fashioned

It was years ago …
when the nighttime’s spilled into day ,
when you wouldn’t know
whom next to you lay, when your manic thoughts felt like genius, before she charmed her way between us and burned it all away

Those days you were invincible though you vowed you would die young; Did you anticipate this crucible that crushed those feelings numb?

All those moments when your synapses arced on high , all those moments you would never let pass by , gone now , and your mouth has gone dry, while you wait for your next dose , and watch life pass you by.

The perspective of time muddies as much as it reveals, and wounds fester and distort rather than heal , and what you believe today was definitely swayed from when those memories were made and what rot has since been laid.

So, do you remember that time when you were happy , when that slate was still clean , when your dreams had meaning and a chance to succeed ? Before idealism was ground to a nub , from the constant reality rub ; Do you think you could get there again? I wish you would begin…

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Come. Lets get LOST
and cross that line
you thought you could never get across
Put your hand in mine, and find
yourself again
Let this be the start , Lets begin
living life for yourself , for your count too
Living for everyone else ; Where does that leave you ?

Its time to be
who you are really
No more need to pretend, I’m here to send
you towards something that feels- just right
no need to fight, I’ve wiped away the appeals
to keep you here.

Put your faith in me and let go of your fears
Regain your identity and
remember who you were before the affairs
of the heart became responsibility
Eventually you will no longer scare
so easily

Did you hope i wouldn’t see your scars ?
Isn’t it better I did , without judgement ?
I know this is hard
and you’re reluctant
but I’m here too , and i’m not giving up on you

How are you supposed to know
you are happy , when no-one’s ever shown
what life is past the
day to day doldrums
‘asking you to hold them
above yourself yet again
Its time for that to end.

Come. Grab me now , hold on
Lets go for a ride
you know you’ve been long-ing
to fly
It’s time to cross that line
Leave this place behind
Don’t look back- with me , you will be fine
Come. Put your hand in mine.

By Kevin Beary

I still catch glimpses,slight glances
of better days
I still think this – might pass if
I concentrate

It takes but a stray thought , a speculation
of a misery
And I’m thrown off – of any elation
within memory

Life is loss ,life is suffering
Must remind myself
When I’m lost, that’s not everything
‘Tis just a mindset

But sometimes the span of time
Between the lines
Of when you felt high , of when you feel fine
Seems so far behind

Need to remember , need a reminder
There are good days
And till then ya – should be kinder
To your memories

There is always hope, for healing
of the wounds
Just need to roll , until feeling
good resumes

By Kevin Beary

Sometimes gratitude has an attitude.
It doesn’t appreciate attempts to ameliorate
the circumstances of happenstance,
that landed us here , abandoned us near
to happiness ; but closer to the uneasiness
that invades our thoughts : makes us distraught,
and blinds recognition of our fortunate situation.
So instead we dwell , lost in the trivial.
And we know it’s wrong, but we tend to prolong
the negative perceptions – affecting reflection.

It takes devotion to invoke positive emotion;
To feel contentment instead of resentment
and avoid reluctance to reach acceptance
of our conditions, instead of wishing
for other fortunes , or another’s portion
of life’s blessings – because of poorly accessing
the wondrous abundance already in possession.
Don’t take for granted your great advantage
of knowing these truths , as I’ve stressed them to you;
To actively improve, the attitude of gratitude.

By Kevin Beary

I’m Knocking on the door of a new day
Out of breath, from the last one – ran away
But tomorrow , I vow to not lay waste 
to the landscape of my mind ; I defaced 

For that was yesterday 
And I’m at the door of a new day

Need to keep betting on myself to shine
For its up to me to control my mind 
And not let it again slip into despair 
’cause there is still time for me to repair

The regrets from the yesterdays 
And open the door to the new days

Today’s heated problems are hardest to solve
Be drawn through the fire – tempered resolve
For most of these are just temporary 
can be diluted by time , don’t worry

Clear it out , allow good things to make way
’cause you’re so close to that door of a new day

For there will always be another smile 
The wait – it will always be worthwhile 
And you will always have another laugh
And for that short while let it wipe the past

For you are at the dawn of a new day
Let it be the start of a new way 

Just keep knocking on that door – Keep banging at that door 

By Kevin Beary