These schizophrenic thoughts, become more foreign to me everyday
As i cut myself off from the world once honestly embraced, I voluntarily deemed myself vulnerable
Defenseless against vicious words they insert in what was once my territory
All I could do was speak silent apologies, denying ownership of the insults.

But now, I accept their looks of disdain as words are inscribed on my behalf
I sit back as shadows pass me, leaving evil trails behind
I relax as I begin to understand, to hope...
And start to see that it really is possible.

There are those who still use their eyes to see, and leave their mind for thought, not action
And as they cast their glances on my honest, open body, I know they will see it. All in the flesh.
They will feel the cool breeze as it flows past me
Forever dancing through the gaps between my fingers that hold no pen to write masked words.

I understand there are no blessings to be counted, Nor thanks to be given for others being good
The waves of happiness that pass to and from one another is our nature, pure and simple.
Our minds are vessels in which our wisdom grows,
And this earth is for our bodies to walk upon.

My friends! Your bodies are out here!
Why do you force them onto that lifeless canvas,
Suffocating and abusing all in your wake whilst unable to empathize or care for their feelings?
Your bodies are out here! Come join the living!

This is the way
Hope falters
Ebbing like a dying flame

This is the way
Innocence is lost
With whispers
And secrets

This is the way
A girl loses her mind
In silence

This is the way
Pain exists
In the shadows
Of the soul

This is the way
A life can end
An accumulation of sorrow
And the cage closing in

The only job in sight
Is the mining task
It’s time to dive into the eternal night
Wearing an exotic mask

Surrounded by the earthy walls of uniformity
With a pickaxe in hand, I start the dig
The barren days have drowned me in pity
Hopefully I will find a gem worth BIG

I am not the only one in this mining tunnel
Thousands of other miners try to strike gold
I feel stuck in the bottom of a funnel
The only miners that can prosper are the lucky and the bold

In utter desperation
I grate the rough soil
Using new strategies to alleviate the frustration
I pray for a fortuitous end to this fruitless toil

With exclamation of sudden cheers!!
Some of the workers now start the upward climb
Many of the tarred workers break down in tears
Which day marks salvation this time?

I wish Jesus would talk to me like he does others.
I wish he could tell me how he fought boredom those three days.
If I had read the Bible more than once I would know he spent them in Hell.
And if Bob Dylan can make young girls swoon simply by saying "You're the prettiest **** girl I've ever seen" then why can't I by telling one she looks pretty everyday.
Maybe if I added guitar and harmonica to it, it would work.
But I can only play three chords on my guitar and I can barely play 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' with my harmonica  but it's a start.

I walked through a long, dark, and wet cave with some friends early today.
******, I stumbled through the cave, falling  over only once, at the end.
On the other side of the mountain, the cave lead out.
Seeing how it did eventually lead out, I guess it's a tunnel.
On the other side of the mountain, the tunnel lead out.
Opening up to the river and the sun.
Letting the current lead us downstream we met two nice young ladies.
One giggled at me when I introduced myself.
And I'm not sure if she thought I was cute or if she could tell how high I was.
Either way, it was nice to hear her giggle.

And Mark, John and Luke and all the other prophets are gone,
and I try not to lie,
so let me tell you about Jesus.

Come one.
Come all.
Within our souls many of us know we are called.

We're afraid of the pilgrimage requested of us.
The road might seem steep.

While some churches hides behind doctrine.
It's not about your religion affiliation.
But about our relationship with Him.

When we accept the invitation to Christ.
As, he extend it to us.

Come unto me.
Simply means, place your trust in him.
And I will give you rest.
Whatever burden you feel?
I will accept them in your place.

Christ, will be your comforter.
When you feel you're lost and alone.

Accept, your invitation to Christ with honor.
And you'll be very rewarded.

You won't walk away without being affected.
And that's the feeling worthy of being acknowledge.

Nothing stirs, a cross
light in sky leading to land
cup empty, fill us

The summer previous.  
He was beautiful.
A mastermind.
He cheated.

The summer previous.
He was kind.
he was wise.
He fooled me.

The summer previous.
He was talented.
He was engulfing.
He scarred me.

The summer previous.
He spent time.
with me.
the summer previous.

The summer previous I learned something.
Love.
Love is not a toy.
Love is not to be fooled with.
Love is God's gift.
It is his best plan for you.

Love.
it is what I learned.
The summer previous.