Jeremy Emberling [Dot] Com

i blow a kiss to the life behind me. i’ve severed my ties and mended my wounds. i’m still weak, and my mind is at it’s end. i find some kind of strength to press on, knowing whats at stake here is bigger than i. this uphill battle is so draining. what is left for me on the other side? will i make it? can i do this? doubt is a privilege i no longer have. i keep telling myself this will get easier. “just ahead… i can catch my breath. this is worth it. this is worth it.” i’m so pathetic. i play strong but i’m broken beyond repair. this is my last stand. i’ve come to terms with that. i have my part to play. the stage is set. the show begins. i look ahead and see the audience. i can’t look back, but it pains me to look forward. oh god.

what have we done?

I sit on the hilltop observing the wreckage below. I see life paths of destruction intersecting with paths of light. the weak are confused and follow the loudest voice. I am ready to jump in and rescue the lost but I know it’s not my time. so I hold off and prepare for the battle of tomorrow. I hold my breath to keep from speaking. I bite my tongue till it bleeds. they are sleeping with their eyes open. only when they open their minds will they see what truth is. so I stand here on this hilltop. awaiting my tomorrow.

i march to my battlefield. weapon in hand. got a flower in my pocket and a flag above me. my voice is my power, my heart is my shield. fearing not the weapons they use on me. i hand them my flower as they stand amazed. i speak words of power, they seem to fade away. the trumpets blare with songs of freedom. this is our first step to a revolution. inheriting the dreams of those before us while passing on ours to the future. we meet destiny and embrace our new awakening. the enlightenment is pure, and so is our love. the love we spread to those who will hear it. we are the inspiration of the culture for an entire generation. seeking peace and clarity we try to stop this war. on the forefronts, the backdrops, and somewhere in between, we rise and unite. this is a beautiful thing. people all around turn their eyes to us now. we speak our message. it’s our rEVOLution. if we had one thing to tell the world, we’d say what we must. so we do. through musical notes we chant our words of truth. love. it’s easy.

i find myself at this all too familiar place. something about you… i can’t forget your face. why do i keep running back to you? can we be together? i haven’t a clue. my mind is on 5 bad trips. where is the soothing touch of your lips? i just wanna find a place to hide and stay. i know im regretting this, but lets just run away. i’m always attracted. infatuated. but still, i end up jaded. why does this cycle continue? how many times do I fall in love with you? are you behind the door? what am i waiting for? i can never utter these words to you. through life, we’ll just pretend it isn’t true.
but believe me.
i still love you.

In the beginning of a change, the patriot is a scarce man, brave, hated, and scorned. When his cause succeeds however, the timid join him, For then it costs nothing to be a patriot. – Mark Twain

I tap the mic.
This is my stage. This is my voice. In front of the world, awaiting my choice. The battle I have fought was for the better good, but the majority settled for less than they should. Their minds already decided on whom they’ve believed. The entire global populace has been deceived. They’ve infiltrated every single mind. Breathing life to an enemy whom no one will find. Hundreds of years they’ve enacted their plan, pulling the strings of the most powerful man. Here they are, in front of me now. Demanding that I, unto them, shall bow. Do it and live, or my life I will give.
That is my choice.
That’s where I am.

Where are the people who were behind me for so long? Where are the ones who said they’d fight for this country to the end? They weren’t blind anymore, so who plucked their eyes out? Do I give up my life for what I’ve believed? Or put all those who’ve died before me to shame? I cry as I know the choice I have made will end my life. I cry not for my death, but for those I’ve fought for.

If only they would open their eyes. Maybe these people can be cleansed from the lies. I know I always did my best. Yeah, I did my part, it’s time to rest. I fought a lifelong war of politics. Thought this would be something that I could fix. I always knew it’d end this way. Heh, what a hell of a day.