I'm staying up all night, there are Demons to fight
Circling around my head and even sleeping in my bed.

Adding to the the lies I cast
Bringing up things in the past
Constantly wishing I was theirs
Denying my joy with their stares

Pleading with me to lose mind
Gouge out my eyes, make me blind
To all of the good that surrounds my day
It's no longer Prayer that directs my way

Maybe this is it.

Maybe I'm done for.

Put on the Armour of God. I will make my stand.
Gauntlets of Truth, one on each hand.
I will be righteous, the breastplate upon my chest.
I will stand on Peace for the rest of this test.
Take up the Shield, my Faith taking hit after hit.
My helmet placed firmly, Salvation saved me from the pit.
The Sword of the Spirit, shining so bright.
The Word of God, the only companion I have tonight.


And I turn to face the Demons and shout with all my might.

I'm staying up all night, I have Demons to fight.

Insignificant passers by
the ugly smiles
and disappointed sighs
mildew rests upon a log
fallen from the rising fog
which clears off when the sun does grow
and shines down on your eyes and nose
the face's change
the mood does too
the time has come
to power through
bass line stomping to your brain
electric vibes rush through your veins
children appear and then the dogs show
each too familiar with things they shouldn't know

Resilient

I settle with settling.
My thoughts, overlapping,
are details shrouded in clouds.
Images awaken and stir in themselves
the old and aging thoughts
raised like veins.
I pray for insolence, usually,
but sometimes I pray for
the weak to be free,
for strength in numbers.
I pray for the art of mind
over matter
over death.
I'll be free when
the rhythm is running again,
when I'm riding inside the rushes,
when the other worldly colors
let me fold them and squeeze.

I'm looking up but I'm looking down.
I drop.
I lose my sense of everything
but the friction
the fiction sustains the glides.

Jake Mahaffey

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