I hear the Angel's call out to me
said God has chosen me to see
the things He wanted me to be
when my heart was filled with regret
the Angel's said I wasn't done just yet
it was only part of His plan
to make you into a different man
and when my heart was in doubt
I heard the Angel's through me shout
said God hasn't left and never will forget
He only has a will for you to do
yeah He's there to see you through
and when I felt the love in me die
I heard the Angel's cry
as their tears fell from the sky
saying God will forever by you stand
just reach out and take His hand
When hardship you face
An answer is raised
When an obstacle appears
Engineers gear a solution
When the answer is invisible
When the answer is unknown
When you're lost in the dark
Without a torch on your phone
"Have faith" is your ringtone
But what about when the question is faith
When you question your own faith
When that which you love
That which you hate
When that which you adore
That which you abhor
The answer to every question
The key to every lock
The password to every terminal
Is always "have faith"
Have hope and have faith
Be patient and believe
Be faithful and breathe
But what of the times when I'm lost and can't see
What of right now when I'm gone and withdrawn
What of tomorrow when the voices are louder
And my shouts have no power
When my faith is lost to me
And I become powder
Lost in the sea of others
Lost where I hath no brothers
When the end is nigh
And I wish to die
But I can't have faith
I take a pause
The law is stated for me and my faith is decided
There is no other road for me but the alley behind the store
No door for my sorrows
No rest for mere mortals
I wish there was a portal to understanding
An easy way out of this misunderstanding
Because right now I'm standing
on the precipice of disaster
No plaster for my heartache
No band-aid for my broken arms
Nothing to hold up the weight of faith
Because faith has left me
I do not believe
and cannot retrieve
that which has been lost to me
I can't seem to see
the horizon anymore
So far it is that no path
is visible to me
I wish I could believe and have faith
I wish I could trust and have faith
I wish I could understand and have faith
But no, God seems to have asked me a question
A question on belief
What am I
No, I'd rather not
Who am I?
I am love
but I am not love.
I wear love’s coat,
like a blanket
and hold its
sweet, sweet smell
a perfume too expensive to touch.
Those who dare,
always pay the price.
I am not as kind as love.
I do not care.
I do not embrace with loving arms.
The heart rules the mind.
your body the master of your heart.
Your soul is tossed aside.
It is no worth to me.
I am a coward.
I flee at the sight
and do not help.
It is not my job,
My job is to leave you enshrouded
intrigued torn upon captivated enthralled clouded
in the mystery that you thought
I am not love.
never will be
I am the jealous best friend.
The one always trying to steal the limelight.
Who sometimes comes before love.
With grimy hands,
Covered in jeweled gloves.
I do not feel with the heart,
I feel with the body.
Sensual. Aroused. Intimate. And stimulated.
Who am I?
I am lust.
A young girl's life ended
without the opportunity to grow
made all reason incomprehensible
shrouded the family in agonising woe
Her nascent bubbling personality
not given the light to flower
taken from this life
too soon for a final hour
Her mother may have questioned her God
her father may have denounced his belief
broken hearts may never have truly mended
prolonged time may never have healed grief
Her mother may have believed in heaven
her father may have returned to Mass
but their faith would be fully realised
if rejoining her came to pass
schizophrenia is back.
I talk to the creature sat at the end of my bed,
He takes his hands and places them on my head,
I cry into his palms,
He is humble,
He is kind,
The only vision that has been in the whole of my life.
I tell him my troubles,
He whispers and tells me to keep being sane.
I tell him I lost my mind a long time ago,
"Oh my dear, no. You are the one who's sane amoung a world that is crazy. Take this your gift and let your life flow."
He tucks me into bed,
Wipes my eyes,
Tells me to never believe anyone's lies,
He leaves me now,
I close my eyes,
And drift away.
After a lifetime of "my gift" giving me grief,
Pain, despair, and broken belief,
The creature he showed me,
That not all is bad,
There is hope still,
maybe I'm really not mad.
The world seems so loud, and all my dreams seem to be looking down on me from thought bubbles, unattainable clouds. Yet I still dream aloud. Praying that God hear me somehow, looks down and sees these fields I plow, and know that im ready for the harvest.
Never let another say
that you are not,
Never allow a doubt
enter your heart that
you are not,
in his infinite
made you a
you are perfect,
"There is no other state as gracious as self-reflection."
"...and no other state as vicious as the self."