My love for you is far beyond
the love that I have shown.
Its otherworldly, unexpected,
and when I die you will finally see
the all of it in many things.
It will be with you, flourishing,
in your everyday existence,
in little ways, in music, in flowers,
in sunsets, in a wind chime,
in the sunshine, in suffering,
in visions, in visits from the local ghosts
and Christ who knows your name,
he'll never let you down,
through him you'll here my voice,
It will be with you in all of these things
and you will know my love in
a hundred ways.
I walk a narrow, rugged path every day.
The same path, to the same destination.
My feet blistered, sore, scared and torn.
My heart and soul carry these same scars.
I keep taking this path to remind me of the easier times that lye ahead.
The easier times, once I build enough strength to go past my usual destination.
Once past this destination, will I find my ladder?
My ladder to climb higher, to feel higher to dream higher.
Uplifted thoughts and brightened sky for futures of the same.
On,my ladder, my ladder of the highest dreams and reality.
My past will then be a mere scar to remind me of my hearts dedication.
My past will then be a whisper of a memory to remind my soul of the incredible strength it does hold.
Leaving new heights to explore, lighter air to breathe and wider roads with more options to take.
May I find this ladder to become a,more grateful being, may I learn to never forget my gratitude for all of my life journeys.
Never forget all my hopes in dreams, in all my Hopes and Dreams.
So I may have more visions of hopes for tomorrow and dreams to my better future.
I walk a narrow, rugged path every day.
The same path, to the same destination.
My feet blistered, sore, scared and torn.
My heart and soul carry these same scars.
I keep taking this path to remind me of the easier times that lye ahead.
The easier times, once I build enough strength to go past my usual destination.
Once past this destination, will I find my ladder?
My ladder to climb higher, to feel higher to dream higher.
Uplifted thoughts and brightened sky for futures of the same.
On,my ladder, my ladder of the highest dreams and reality.
My past will then be a mere scar to remind me of my hearts dedication.
My past will then be a whisper of a memory to remind my soul of the incredible strength it does hold.
Leaving new heights to explore, lighter air to breathe and wider roads with more options to take.
May I find this ladder to become a,more grateful being, may I learn to never forget my gratitude for all of my life journeys.
Never forget all my hopes in dreams, in all my Hopes and Dreams.
So I may have more visions of hopes for tomorrow and dreams to my better future.
Nine years passed since the storm hit.
Most days the fishermen stay home,
dreaming of salty catch and broken line.
The children don’t go to school anymore,
for fear of the coming hours.
No one is the same.
Not even the priest, who has visions,
of God’s will and imminent doom.
The postman doesn’t deliver any mail,
he just keeps it for himself in a stack in the corner.
No one seems to mind,
except for the old lady who limps to her mailbox.
She knows nothing’s there, but checks anyway.
The storm passed nine years ago,
but everyone’s still acting strange.
Everyone is looking for an excuse for their lives to change.
The sparkle in her eyes
Time-trampled dies
Her visions fade.
Ceases all surprise
She needs no disguise
She is heaven made!
Devoid of youthful width
Her beauty has reached zenith
The skin though is pale.
Through her stressed breath
Breaking all myth
She is a jewel!
She has taken on her stride
The rough yet joyous ride
Bearing no malice.
She doesn't need to hide
The life's other side
She's in perfect bliss!
The smoke signals are rising higher and higher
Spelling out the truth after you had lit the fire
your spirit now soars above the funeral pyre
And In a matter of split seconds you’ll be living out all your heart’s desire.
Looking for why screams fill the night and how the madness steals the light
Because when you close your eyes your seeing floating smiling skulls and with no death fright
No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you know you have seen them all before
Faces in morgue room when they were gone asking them why did they not put up a fight and decide to go into the light?
Was I marked before and just didn’t know it then? But it’s now seen on my right hand
I’m an aimlessly wondering nomad who can see everything I even see the Promised Land
Standing looking deep inside, holding a mirror to a mirror forever I will walk that pathway
A path I know I can control with the slightest turn of my hands and I can never look behind
When the smoke came billowing out I felt that I now have a new passion for life and that’s now where I want to always stay.
A secret hiding in the jungle rainforest is buried deep away from the sun’s rays, it’s under the dirt
Put negative thoughts aside, your life is not broken and you’re not going to lose your mind
Focus on what you really want and know your only a one of a kind, trust me, believe me, it won’t hurt.
A foul smell is in the air, a pungent taste is on your tongue, crystals are forming inside the glass as you chase the holy smoke
Never felt this way ever before, so fast it rushed up apon me I closed my eyes tight but why can I still see?
Now I know another one of his magic tricks and also how he made the blind once again see
Prisms of colors in a kaleidoscope, laser precision lines atop of pyramids
The truth to what Stonehenge really is, the asteroid belt being formed right before me
Eater island being nothing more than just the people who were turned to salt for looking back
It gave upon me the gift of prophesy, the answer to Samson’s riddle and also showed myself being conceived what more will it show me?
The greatest euphoria I now have felt to date, it’s in my system, it’s in me, its in you, is my brain having another overload dumping or
am I having a DMT hallucination?
Please someone hurry and please tell me.
(SirCARSr 6-12-13)
the birds sing songs of sweet agony
begging, crying
for the end of expectations
end of the madness
the intolerable weight
they bartered with hell for flight,
air the illusion of weightlessness,
wings in exchange for terrible visions
laments cursed to sound like shallow song
they too are mute here
This war professes the whispers of infatuation
A hopeful faith yearning for satisfaction
Deteriorating steps that began to carve my way
The spirit knew he had to stay away
With visions of burning fields
As you return from your flight
I'm condemned for the harsh tight wounds
That you created and sewed in my chest
A dress made of scars and a lost youth
You may stay and gather
To try and survive
Although this place will beat your bare
All hours I still wanted to come inside
You were awake hiding in a piece of a shadow
Sheltering your rage
Destroying the hunger of lies
The mystery of numb thinking
The very words that escape your throat
Lust that reflected the water onto the stones
A displaced reflection without the truth
Vomiting my beliefs of this solitary exhaustion
Petals of torment that hindered me
Trembling with a million pieces of need
Obstructed by the hostility that fulfills me
A vision of intolerance frantically spreading
The taste of callouses gathering on my tongue
I unearth the truth
Peeling the flaws of our mistakes away
A chair burns alone on a road,
flanked by trees, drenched in fog.
Even though the water in her bath went cold long ago,
she makes no move to leave.
Instead she slides beneath the surface,
and stays until the visions
cannot reach her down below.
She remains there, until the tub is a vast ocean,
and the edges rising above the water’s surface
are mock icebergs jamming upward
and an ice god’s breath chilling her downward.
She stays there in a wasted attempt,
To put out an unwavering flame.
For she is a chair burning out alone on the street,
flanked by witnesses, drenched in indifference.
She is a torch blistered by unrelenting heat:
Yet no one will put her out.
Alone and imperfect,
companions fool him
with visions of short distance.
The moon and the stars
Alone and imperfect,
companions fool him
with the false reassurance of honesty.
Man and society.
