I can prove
God's love---
He gave us
choice.
A choice
to love him.
A choice
to ignore him.
A choice
to follow him.
A choice
to follow our own ways.

What is the purpose of life?
“Art” says the artist.
“Love,” says the maiden.
“To inspire” says the writer.
“War” says the soldier.
“Humor” says the clown.
What is the meaning of life?
“Horror,” said the monster.
“***” said the harlet.
“God” said the Christian.
“Beer,” said the drunkard.
“Adventure,” said the explorer.
“The ****,” said the murderer.
“Entertainment,” said the ringmaster.
“To enlighten the mind,” said the philosopher.

“Poetry” says the poet.

This sword is getting heavy.
Been on this quest,
this crusade for a long---
I'm getting tired.

Been fighting
the fights that are
not being fought.

Going to the uncommon grounds
where all my brethern
are too afraid to go.

When I die,
when I'm gone
who will bare my sword?

Who will carry
the words?
Who will be the voice in the dark.

Why is it that wolves become dogs
and dogs become wolves.
Why is it that dogs abandon their master
to run wild.
And wolves become tamed to serve
the master.

Human might,
what folly,
how frail.
Since when does man
have the power
to defy death
and sway the celestial bodies.
Human might,
what folly,
how frail.
We claim to be wise
but we don't love our brothers.

You're in a race,
keep your eyes
on the prize.
Keep your eyes
on the light---
don't look back,
don't even glance.
Nothing else matters.
Focus on the light---
don't concentrate
on the darkness.
That's just the world,
the devil
trying to distract you
from Jesus
so turn your back
on the devil and all evil spirits.

I traded the deal
with my tears.
there will be no more
sorrows.
There will be no
more woes.
I'fe traded
all my tears
for joy.
And I, I am tired
of these chains
that I bore,
raging against demons
at war
within me.