I wish I could walk through the door.
I want to be on the other side.
They tell me to get off the floor.
I want to pass through and hide,
pass through the door of death.
I can smell the scent of the different rooms.
I can’t wait to feel the betrayal of the fumes.
I wish this bottle would get me higher,
higher to that lowest point.
For this inverse plan of disaster,
I shall begin to master.
why would you come to me?
Thinking much to fast,
and writing blood songs of the past,
as I stare at the scars on my wrist,
I begin to wonder,
was there something I missed?
Perhaps it was a cold deep purple sky,
more detached than that haunting smile in your eye.
Maybe it was two diffractions of symmetry.
For when the memory is possessed,
by an unknown passion of the gods’ eyes,
we will suddenly see softer tides.
I lie beneath the neon lights of the crosses and other anti figures,
dressed in blank stares with no air.
With closed minds,
they replenish and indulge their feedings on our lost soul,
and for them, it never seems to take a toll.
You gave me the words that were never there.
Today is a strange day.
As I watch the wealthy play,
I also see the children pray.
Oh a strange day.
I could see your lonely face looking back at me,
in the rear window of your parent’s Buick.
Your tears staggered down the dirty windows.
Drifting away, parting ways,
my thoughts always bring me to the sad days,
lingering intricate as a drawn out tragedy play.
You are a memory,
so vivid and extract,
quite detailed and exact.
Why did you come to me?
Great Britain, fantastic Britain, incredible Britain
You're making me sad
How many lives in the name, and religion how do you fare
When parliament crumbles, like fantastic hash
And the heroes are on heroin
Dying in the street
But are they heroes?
Poor Britain, lonely Britain, disparaging Britain
Your lights are all dim
Atheist populace, defending Christian beliefs
and shaming Islam with wild generalisations
The BNP are a joke or a Greek tragedy
and I laugh through acerbic tears
Bleak Britain, brisk Britain, despairing Britain
Are you happy with yourself?
Fight in foreign lands, maim those trivial children
and keep that payola rolling, we depend on death
Complex industry, the military it is, and we follow
Always follow, follow follow, follow
Britain, Britain, Britain
Its funny when people brag about how much money they make..
When the truth is the dollars worth is Jus as fragile as cake..
And when your flesh kisses death whats the amount you can take...
with you ..
The petals flourishes then they whither away..
Not a cent..
So tell me if this make sense..
Pharaoh's died and put gold in their tombs and it been there every since..
So What does wealth mean..the lust for more equals greed..
Whats your 30 pieces of silver will you betray the king..
Money over everything..
Are you aware what that really means..
Its like saying money by any means..
World full of Judas
surrounded by the truth but tainted by unbelief...
Cash in hand but unaware of a misfortune..
Money is not everything a victim of the distortion ...
Of success.. called the American dream..
The pursuit happiness...
Plus the confusion of what it means to be bless..
Remember Job still called on God when it appeared he had nothing left..
Pain from boils on the flesh..
Prayed to God not treasures in a chest..
You look in see Greed's pollution..
When people need solutions..
1.4 trillion spend on a war like we need more shooting..
Screaming we fighting for freedom thats an illusion..
A False freedom your a slave to that freedom..
We are to fight for the Kingdom....
Yes the Kingdom of God...
You know thou will be done..
Thou kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven..
Instead of being a part of this spiritual recession..
Bluntness hear no discretion....
I am Gods art how could I not be his living expression..
If all u talk is money than ur a mouthpiece for Satan check your reflection...
The love of money is like an infection...
So this is a lyrical tax invasion..
Putting a stop to this money glorification..
I hope u kno that private banks controls the countries inflation..
They could stop homelessness..
They print money based on their personal legislation..
I thought this country was founded by Christians...
Hard to tell that the Constitution was inspired by scripture..
How u own the whole block of cheese n cant share a piece with a nibbler..
Praising a figure..
Yes im pointing fingers...
one hand round the Bible..
Pray that I wont ever need triggers
Modern day golden calf..
Like Moses speaking to save u from Gods wrath..
You have 2 ask Jesus into ur heart then follow his path..
Cash screws everything around me.
Seems that the money comes with causalities
Seen Lump sums destroys families..
Capitalism to me is a calamity
American nightmare displayed as a nice dream..
I am very aware the coming of Christ is not a pipe dream..
Awake while you sleep life is not what it seems...
You ready to eat poison ice cream..
Well here's a scoop of the truth..
Mr. senator gets paid more than troops..
Yet other men is his protection.
Right now my cousin in Afghanistan armed with a weapon..
Other there is a warzone...
But Mr. Senator your home.
In God we trust but won't step outside your home alone..
I depend on Christ..
Depend on man where's Kevin! Left Alone twice..
I am on fire so they take my matches..
More fear more security they increase my taxes
Should I trust banks money stuffed in the mattress.
Only God matters and your faith in him will matter more when the economy collapses
Let's define the word worth...
Well to everyone its different to some its a designer purse.
To others its its a NFL logo on turf..
To me if your worth is not in God then it is curse..
Let's drop the "th" and add ship to the end..
Where your worth lies is in what your worshiping. .
Of course people are not content..
When they worship their ends and men...
The giant’s ruminations could once demand
Salvation, the order of the universe in hand.
Now, all his awe and glory’s come to naught
And man cries madly, distraught.
In black and white, His word and song is made,
And in this darkened night will never fade.
Who are you to say we must submit?
Who are we to give our spirit and quit?
Great Lords, and Pope, alike, have written what men think,
So who am I to tell you when to sup a drink?
Millions upon millions, the critics tell our fate through wit,
But hasn’t it all been said, hasn’t it been writ?
I tell you no certainty, give you only proof,
You must read those great volumes to which so many are aloof.
I sing praises like as David, a song that Solomon would want,
Of everlasting truth, without a philosophic taunt.
Salvation is not my message, repentance not my ploy;
I wish to give you knowledge, to teach your mind it’s not a toy!
There is no great illusion of the means of life on Earth,
There is no puzzling mystery in death and life and birth!
Whether God is at your side, or rejected wholly through,
The only one to chose your fate is overwhelmingly, singly, you!
Gloriously glorified, stained no more with sin,
To live a life of Glory, is glory given Him!
Whether purpose given, or purpose thrown aside,
Whether admit he’s risen, or deny he did abide;
Travel the less-trampled track—the path less trodden down,
For the destination matter less when that road is filled with crowns.
To some this love doesn't make sense..
Well to them I simply say a miracle of God is too much for a man to comprehend
Even for myself I question how is it I have no riches but I still found wealth..
With this love..
For you a woman who's fabric is laced in Gods grace..
Who's presence remind me that one day I will see Gods face..
When I look into your eyes women of old past away.
Germany you could never be replaced..
So this day I take you to me my Wife
for my entire life..
And your heart I would never sacrifice.
Blessed with the truth of love and not the false of lust.
As we live let people she Christ in us
So this marriage will last through life and death..
Through times of dawn and dust..
Through diamonds and gold to metals that rust.
Everyday my goal is to make your heart blush..
With one word or one touch
I just called my boyfriend for the first time,
In many months....
The last time I saw him was two and a half weeks ago.
We hardly ever text,
Is it me?
Or is something going on?
Because he's proven to me,
That in nine months of being together,
He is completely faithful.
It's so damn hard to have a boyfriend,
Whom I hardly ever see.
I love him to death,
And it's now killing me.
It hurts inside,
And I need him.
I need to just reconnect again with him,
Because I'm painfully in love with him.
He's so far away,
In my heart,
And it hurts inside.
Did we move too quickly at first?
Things are slowing down entirely,
And I miss him...
I miss our webchats,
I miss our long phone calls,
And I even miss our texts.
It's not the same anymore.
And school is already stressful.
He doesn't even know,
How much it hurts me,
To hardly ever see him.
I may not exprss it as much,
As I used to,
Because I've stopped trying.
I'm sad, maybe even depressed.
He has come into my life,
And I'm so thankful,
But I wish it was different.
Wish we went to the same school,
Wish we talked more...
We hardly ever talk too.
Am I becoming boring?
Do you have your insecurities?
Or are we both nervous of love?
Afraid of love?
You saved me from my misery once,
And I'm blessed.
I only hope,
You can do it once more.
out of the darkness
ahead of the eager masses
a single light appeared
and under that light stood two men
heads adorned in metallic masks obstructing their identities
the crowd stood still, silent as death.
then with the stoke of a finger sound erupted in a beautiful symphony around the men
and the masses were pleased.
The solitary light was then joined by a dozen of its brethren
dancing across the sea of human life in a cascade of color.
The steady rhythmic snare of the sound increasing in volume
until after s great length of time it began to fade and so did the lights fade.
decreasing in multitude until there was yet again only one shining above the metallic men.
then as quickly as they came, they were gone.
and the masses faded in to the darkness.
death is make-up for the interview. when I get to my mother I plan to visit the city. I hear a gang of young girls operates there trafficking middle aged men who act old. I hear what I want when I delete emails. I lost not touching my mother soon after she stopped being an actress. she fled my father who at the time was known as her live-in stunt double. I put my fist in the air and waited. some told me I was being cinematic. still some told me I was being cinematic.
Open my palms you see callus hands
I work hard to eat..
Refuse to earn off the streets..
In my darkest and deepest hole God had a plan..
The walking dead the living sleep..
I wish you could understand..
Listen be silent..
Consciousness we all can here him speak..
Honestly we're all on our death beds..
Can you see this flesh is dead...
Well I will say extra weight..
Cause it slows us down in this battle..
The world is Satan's slaughterhouse the lost is its cattle.
A second and a minute
Earthly life less than infinite..
Maybe I should keep it simple cause we all understand dollars and cents..
Ever jump over or get off the fence..
I can just pray this makes sense..
Open your mind stop being so dense..
You claim to be hard body but if I buck you flinch..
And if your back against the wall you fold and snitch..
This loyalty to a game doesn't makes sense..
Truth be told loyalty doesn't exist..
For example when my pops life got a eclipsed..
Not one so called friend came to check on his kid..
Countless stories that sound just like this
Slightly pissed as a reminisce
Is it summer or is it spring will it rain or
Will the sun continue to kiss my long torso and petit feet?
Storms always seem to blow over in the Midwest as a dog bounces right past me, gives me a look and goes completely, merrily on his way. He doesn't seem to concerned about the weather.
Nor, should I be. I am going to stay put and ignore the neighbor. He's dying to talk to me and I won't even lift my head to see the noise he makes in hope of a turn
He'll never receive the bone he is looking for, this dog on a mission his fur all damp and wet from a swim. His ears floppy and tail short if he comes by again and gives me a wink, I'll know the coast is clear from whatever task is complete.
My book is in the car which isn't terribly far but to leave my seat and get on my feet seems like such a chore when the wind is blowing my hair and my green tea can cold a pack of cigs and I think I'm already gold. The book can wait, it's taking a twist Maria doesn't seemed too concerned about her lovers death but consumed by the clandestine love affairs when all the glares she thought were hers were now shared with a shoebox full of letters, cards and daring pictures along aside gift cigars.
The lake is calm, I'm happy I'm here rather than the busy streets which take its toll, always on the go but instead I can kick back and watch the hands on my wrist tick on by if I'd like, there is no one stopping me, no one to fight. I should look for a job but maybe in the fall, asleep out in the sunshine to clear my wandering head. No sign of rain the clouds have gone. I'll just listen for the neighbor kids to pet Lou and Ill follow his lead and be a team player to see my mission through of fetching my book.