How can man create
by sight or thought or sound
the gentle Buddha's smile
but wear Christ's thorny crown?

For embrace or crucifixion
Do my arms spread wide
Do I live for peace,
or for peace, will I die?

Buddha smiles in agony
Christ suffers euphoric
And man himself then decides
What to **** and what to worship.

I feel dry and
empty
like a dried up well
I can feel the black thoughts
taking over my mind
Whispering
sweet evil nothings
in my ear
dripping with honey laced poison
I feel the depression
sinking into my bones
taking root in my blood stream
and poisoning my mind
I feel the hatred
slowly infecting my soul
like cancer
it never goes away
I feel the cracks forming
slowly, subtly
spreading across my skin
like spider webs
just waiting until I break
I feel myself start to shatter
the darkness within
leaking out
infecting those around me
and at the same time
******* in the world's evil shadows
my body now a host for
the dark light I always adored
Madness
taking residency in my eyes
Hatred
poisoned my soul
Depression
made my flesh and blood
overtook my mind
lives in my bones
and now I see only red
all I know is the bitter taste of life
and the sweet honey of poison
I live with the dark light
it thrives inside me
and soothes the burning of my heart
I no longer know myself
I love the moon
the chaos she brings
and the innocent screams
of her victims
as the madness takes over

They look

They whisper

"She's mad" they say

They giggle

She hears

She ignores, because she doesn't care

She loves being herself

She smiles alone

They ask her,  "why are you smiling alone?"

She looks at them

"No reason" she responds

To herself she wonders

"What's wrong with people!

Not one person

Not two

More than four

Can't I stay happy?" She asks herself

"Am I unique?" She smiles
                             This time with satisfaction

She's unique of course

Rumours reach her

She laughs it off

To their stupidity they expecting to see her frown face

But she smiles wider


They tell her be yourself,  
                Stop pretending

She looks at the mirror

To her reflection

"Whom am I if am not me?"

She laughs

They just can't see a good human

Kind,

Honest,

Trustworthy.

To their surprise she doesn't care what they say

To her they are INVISIBLE.

Something great is happening for me,
regardless of the situations I see;
my Lord is working behind the scene
and I have been spiritually weaned.

Walking by faith and not by sight,
insures that I sleep well at night.
Happily I enter daily into His rest,
knowing that I’m divinely blessed.

I’m often filled with peace and joy,
when sacred Scriptures are employed;
with a heart of a believer’s trust,
I overcome the pain of being concussed

in all aspects of my humble existence.
Despite hardship, I’m going the distance.
Elevating faith with a spiritual upgrade,
I pray with confidence- having been swayed

by the absolute Truth of God’s holy Word.
With a poetic voice, my soul is spurred
to write Christian verses unto my Lord,
as His strength, from my spirit is poured.
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Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Mark 9:23; Acts 16:31; Jam 2:23;
Rom 15:13; Heb 4:3; John 11:40

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

Beloved, you were waiting in
the veins of my soul to provide
sweet water to quench my
spiritual thirst

no person, *****, or acclimations
relieved my desperate thirst

Today, I am a channel of your life giving water that
I freely share, and in return I am given the gift of
peace and serenity in my soul

Ancient explorer
Self reliant
For new adventure

Seek higher recognition
With utmost valor,
While racing time
In a silhouette

Surpass judgement
With proper measurement
Proclaiming an elevated peak
Reclaiming innocence
Left behind
In solitude

Tread lightly
On unstable ground
Lose yourself until furthur notice
Rise to the occasion
Encompass a new vision

Positive approach
Brain enhancement
The destination recalls
What the journeys about

Next stop...
The finish line
End the process
With a bold victory
Its the final chapter
Based on recovery

If you want to play,
Lets play Scrabble,
We can mix up our letters,
And make fun with our words.
Let's play Monopoly,
We can pretend we have fancy cars
And spend money like we own it.
Oh, I got it...
Lets play Life!
We can pick our own jobs
And buy temporary houses.
If you want to play,
Let's do this.
Please, just don't play with my heart.