So I walked downstairs to the void deck of my flat.
my eyes wandered.
its vision walking through the walkways and the turns of the void deck.

people who worked hard under the sun, from another land, another world, another story.
what if they have dreams unheard off, because what overthrew it was the shouts and mockings and gossips about them.

what if those "thugs" and "rebellious teenagers" had dreams so innocent. only for them to shatter. only that when they pick it back up, the pieces no longer connect, and the numbers no longer add up...

i stand in the middle of the field. in between the vision, my eyes perceived and the thoughts in my mind. people, they sat in the rain and the children, they no longer look to the sky. They no longer looked at the cracks of concrete skin on the tiles or the eye-lashes of lushes green.

followed an old, lonely woman i know. she sat alone sometimes in the food court. she usually forgets what she says, and that makes me laugh.

sat for a while, and i saw a "friend." more of an acquaintance perhaps. He dyed his hair brown, his shirt dark as night as he smoked without consent. His eyes were downcasted, lost in his troubles and problems, he probably didn't know where to go, who to go to. I know through this i could share God's love though.

learned about God this evening, before bed. his wisdom and power. his power to change hearts empowered me. given me, strength and i gave him praise.

said goodnight prayers, i fall asleep. tomorrow morning, ready to sing my morning praises and prayers, ready to do his work, ready to serve him.
ready for him.
ready to sing his hymns.
say a little prayer of love.
and....

It's simple really, a swipe, a bite, a tap, and a knife might pierce through your back.  

It's simple too, to get a date, a swipe to the left a swipe to the right, nah, we are the gods of this world.

Acting like the master of a master, the creator of the creator, acting like we yield the powers of the sea, or the power and mystery of gravity...

They escape from reality, they put their head down to sleep because their kids were noisy... using those games to replace what was a role of a father or a mother.

Her back was arched too, her chin pressed against the folds of her skin as she sat there, so focused, so engrossed and enjoying the ...... captivity in which she didn't want to look up, no no no, she preferred to look into virtual screens and when she wanted to scream in pain she went to her phone to check that she isn't alone..
That if people didn't like her photos she was an outcast.

People keep talking about MK ultra, but what if it's already controlling us. How those heaps of wires and chips and circuits so easily lures us in it's wake...

Parents, they use those sirens of the technology world to shut up their children. Soon, they would have missed the voices of the once innocent and unbroken child. They would miss the times they talk as a family, only realising those times were filled with "can I use the phone."

Arched backs and arched necks. This is society now.

The boy at the back of the car, with red headphones on, he sat on the ocean and he couldn't see past the pain that overwhelmed him.

The boy at the back of the car, his back aches, the tears were like sleeping pills
and nearly brought him to sleep.

The boy at the back of the car, he took pictures, he couldn't find a way to stay happy at one point in time.

The boy at the back of the car, he wanted the knives and pans, but he knew better then to intercede with God's plan.

The boy at the back of the car,
he fought the fight and he is preparing to take flight.
His friend has problems with shadows and thoughts that seemed to trap her in a seemingly never-ending maze of
trouble.

The boy at the back of the car has some issues, but...
The boy at the back of the car,
....is happier now. :)

You slept in a nightmare.
You didn't care.
You didn't want to wake up.

The reality is more painful and scary than the nightmares in your head.
You didn't want to wake up.

Tired of waking up to just find a nightmare of a life.
I was just thinking what if the dream needed you?

trying to put, chemicals on our faces.
trying to put dead things into the living.
trying to look pretty by being dead.
by being fake...

it's true, isn't it?
the world is starting to love the lies. And hate the truth.
bowing down to idols that didn't exist.
trying to put something meant to be last.
looks are above the beauty within. is it?

this world.
they love the things, the very things destroying them.
being kings and queens of material things, is that who we are now?
of things that won't last but a kingdom of things.
things in the line of being burnt up when the last days come.
and only then would they say:

"what have i done with my lives."

and i could imagine them trying to cover it up with half-truths.
yet until then, people won't repent.
stubborn. they don't know the love within them.






"get your hands of devil." "of my people" "get your hands off my family and friends." "you already lost."

Marble walls tainted blue, crying tears of rain.
Marble sculpture crying rains and years of pain.
Wasn't shattered because I was made too hard by the pain.

Shattered. Finally broken apart.
Freed. Finally knocked down the bars of iron and cards.
Not confused anymore.
Through the shattered glass I can finally see more.

What was once a fogged view, what was once a mirage of what's true. It's mine. Finally mine.

My heart rejoiced.
My soul raises high it's voice, it's praises to the one true King.
No longer a melancholy song sang, but now a song lost.
I look forward to that day. Where I am with you God. Save me from this world, this body.
Break me and build me up.

Marble walls tainted blue, no longer there, just me and you.