They say you're a figment of man's imagination
A way to explain the unknown
They say science is the one true God
That there's an explanation for everything
That they can solve any problem with a mathematical equation
Is it true what they say?
That you're just a figment of man's imagination and that science is the one true God
No of course not.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Blame the skies
for giving me the ability
to believe in infinity
in endless chances
after making mistakes
in numerous again's

Blame the seas
for instilling a sense of curiosity
that's seduced by mystery
under the pretty blue surface

Blame the stars
for granting me so many wishes
but never fulfilling my favorite ones

Blame my mind
for not having any borders
that filter what comes out of my mouth

Blame my heart
for rippling emotions that splash
that burn with spontaneity and glow with passion

Blame my dreams
for diluting my reality
with my favorite happy ending

Blame my mouth
for planting promises
on your lips that I wish
I can pinky promise forever

Blame my hands
for caressing and massaging
all the pleasures of life, the pleasures
of being natural, into that thick skin

Blame my words
for saying things
my mouth
will always
fail
to
vocalize
and finally
blame the
last moon
for always
reminding me
of you every time
it's full
anywhere
I am

I be kernel
U be the
Slimy butter
That slides on me
Each time you
Drive me crazy
I'll pop more

The angel says stop
and the devil says go.

The angel grabs my hand,
but the devil slapped her
and said: No!

The angel says: Don't do this!
as her wings spread out,
she was to smart to not
give up now.

The devil looked upon my face,
that wry smile seems out of place.
Suddenly, the devil grabbed me
and took me away.

As the angel said:
So,that's how you want to play.
The angel flew faster than a
lightning bolt soaring through the clouds.
I start to remember that the angel
promised me to never let me go
until now.

The devil still held on to me.
Why wouldn't she let me down?
She was still smiling, while I frown.

I start to see the angel now,
as she turned around and drop
me into the center of the ground.

They stare at each other
like ferocious stray dogs.
Then the devil looked
straight at me and said:
This won't take long.

The battle begins,
as the devil held onto
her breath and let out
a deadly scream.

The angel blocked her ears
and closed her eyes.
Once she opened them
there was a beam of light.
The angel's powers pierced
the devils side.

The devil fell and died.

I thanked the angel that
she saved my life.
The angel said:

*As long as
you live through Christ,
my child you will be alright.

The sun went to bed angry.
It sliced itself on the razor's edge of the mountains. Bleeding all over the sky. Rivulets of blood seeping down into the dry River beds. Mars couldn't even soothe it. He glowed red in the sky. Its fury made the moon blood.

Then the sun woke up on the wrong side of the sheets. Dawn was depressed and looked like sludge. Morose clouds muffle my breath. Weakened my lungs cry out for air... And find only fog. The kind of fog that gives you asthma. I have COPD in my emotions, and dust has seeped into my brain.

I call out to the only relief I know. My words bounce off the sky. But later that day a single sunbeam burst through the clouds,  highlighting a pair of butterflies dancing together.

God moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform...


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/15/2016