Ancient stitchings embedded in skin
A reminder of Demons lurking within
Of who I once was, and all we could be
A fate that I knew, but now it's just me
A love that was shared and spread like disease
Emotions that sent a tree to its knees
Tearing limbs, and lungs, and hearts to the floor
From nights spent begging, pleading, and more
A passion foregone, or obsession amiss
My sacred reality, come now to this
One question is left, to finish your game
Can you divide one into two and remain unchanged

I am sorry, I do not mean to be
The Lonewolf is me, the tale, you see?
Bound I am, both by sky and by sea
My body remains, though my soul is weak.
If you were like me, then maybe you'd see
This heart is a cage, and your's the key.

You said low, I said high
I said hello, you said goodbye.

You said sink, I said swim
I said her, you said him.

You said quit, I said try
I said live, you said die.

Exposed are we to the twins of life,
Decisions are made by point of knife.
You are You and I am I.
Bound by flesh, but free in mind.

All we are is a memory,
Lost in the passing of time,
Waiting to be recalled and relived.
An instant can change us,
A mind can erase us,
*But time will always hold us dear

We speak to the rich, we speak at the poor
But while we are speaking more hit the floor.
Is life not so sacred to be shared with all,
Or is life to be commanded, to conquer new walls?
Your luxury spoils you, is money such splendor
While the weak get weaker, you curse at your blender.

When your world falls, if buries you whole
Bewitched and forgotten, have you lost your soul?
The weak will revolt and pluck out your eyes
So remember your calling beneath the skies

When the sun fades away and the rains move in
When you scurry and scuffle to repent your sin.
Rememver your choice when decisions were made
To fight for a cause, or relax in the shade.
Will you fight to the death, or be handed your *****?

Theres a place I have been, not here, nor there.
It begins a dark void soon explioted by stars shooting and shaping the atmosphere.
Music begins playing acting as a catalyst to the atmospheric art show taking place in the heavens.
The landscape is dry, desolate, and open, only a mountain range lies within sight at the edge of the world.
This mountain can speak, not with words, but the wind and the rain and the music that remains setting the scene as well as the climate.
In this place I have no fear, not even the eerie vacuum of darkness for I know it is a part of me, as is all that I know.
In this place I am me, totally free.
It is my shelter, my calm, my peace, my mind's only escape to believe.
It is beautiful, it is me, and it is wildly free.

Into the night, the quiet, still, and cold
Treading this ground is a task for the bold
Ancient whispers still linger at the edge of the light
Calming your fear and hiding fright

Mistakes lead you now to the middle of the wood
Empty promises haunting while intentions were good
Swallowed by darkness and consumed by fear
Demons are calling and wooing your ear

Alone in the blackness you follow them down
Past a grave and a cross to a hole in the ground
From this hole comes a stench, ****** and foul
Thoughts of transgression ingored until now

Your body goes stiff for a second or two
All emotions have left you, all except two
Unable to run from these demons you dread
As the fight continues inside of your head

Screaming and shouting there seems like no end
Where is God, when the devil claims he is your friend?
All you can do now is turn to the light
Push back the fear to wage war on the night

Swallowing curtains of pain and dispair
As the moon shines above with its luminous glare
You take all your burdens and force them to flee
The battle now ending, you set yourself free.

A light starts to flicker in the dead of the night
A beacon to those enduring their fight
Drenched in sweat from your brow to your cheek
Bearing strength as  a man who once was weak

Why do we fight?
Why are there stars?
Can we see them all
or are they too far?
Is the Sun almost gone?
Will we see it move on?
Did the oceans dry up
when you were a pup
or wait 'til you were 93?

Are there people out there
with long and black hair?
Are these people like you and me?
Can they swim like us?
Do they walk like us
or maybe they live in the sea?
What is a dream
and what does it mean?
Or is it just filliing a void?

Can you read between lines?
Did you swing from the vines
in Summer when you were a boy?
Can we live like this?
Is it worth the risk?
Will it all work out in the end?
Or is the battle at hand
for the turning of man
on himself and all of his kin?

Why is it you and why is it me?
These two separate worlds that will never be.
The space between us like the sun and the moon,
it's one or the other but never the two.
Attractions that loom in the dead of night,
if love was a war, for you I would fight.
Two bodies in one whenever we touch,
this fate discontinued, but given a crutch,
A heart, and a mind, and a sould to fulfill
each seeking the other and binding in will.
By death we could never be set apart,
but given a chance to follow our hearts.

Religious Views
Religious Blues
Religious One's
Religious Two's
Religious Dont's
Religious Do's
What's on the tube?
Religious News
If we should fight
Religious Fueds
The world is theirs
The colors and hues
Where once we shared
Our P's and Q's
The day is gone
For the me's and you's

One day he will be forgotten
When all is lost and trees are rotten
Leaders will conquer and fall with time
And letters accepted will soon decline
Rocks remain to date her birth,
Though none have seen a newborn earth.
The fights will last 'til her final days,
The sun will fall, and burst, and fade.
But you have lived and died and decayed,
And none can ever take that away.

An age without time
A reckless design
A place for nights like this
A beauty unfolds
In tales of the old
When trumpets erupted with Bliss

Bold and Brilliant
Burning and Beautiful
If you shall die
Then so shall I
You shape my world
Just like the Earl
Of all that has ever been done
I revolve around you
The One that stays true
My Yellow and Glistening Sun