Once upon a time
there sat on the wall
a mirror, which only
shown what was in the way-
until there was a face
staring back at it.
The question came up:
"what are you looking at?"
The mirror said, "I do not look-
I see everyone passing by.
At least you had the nerve
to stop and ask me."
So, the face leaves, and the
same views continue.
So, then a dog walks up-
all it can see is himself.
But the dog was confused-
so, he asked the mirror,
"What is this other thing?"
The mirror answered,
"this is a reflection of you."
The dog barked, and continued
barking until he realized
that thing was going nowhere
until he moved.
So, the dog tumbled over the mirror-
leaving pieces.
A fine gentleman walks by,
says to himself-
"why do I look like I have six times
the reflection of one of me?
The mirror answered,
"this is how you left me!"

For thirty-three years I have been
the person for the abuse, power, and
long-suffering coming from others.
For thirty-three years, I've been ****** up.
My love may have seem real, but
to others love was surreal to fantasy.
I am *******-
the trail of the inevitable battles
over my head-
from uncle to brothers to
an angry *** grandfather who
took my dignity in the grave with him.
Yet, this uncle still walks freely
through the doors and walkways,
and up and down hills-
I am *******.
What justice I seek- only
a hush for repentance
and forgiveness- but I been
through the gates of hell-
from entrance to another,
his tool goes wild, and I am
forced to kick the teeth out of
his mouth-
And when growing and showing up
to the faces of the universe,
I have lived the fear of rejection and hate-
all I have experienced was rejection and hate.
There is no one who understands-
the story of my life.
The assaults of ***, physical abuse, and
tyranny I have was the demon I want no more.

The guilt of my mind-
the obedience of such gross fantasies  
and the tears I share of lost
friendships have made an angry face.
But for thirty-three years nothing has
worked for me- there has to be a new path:
I had to seek repentance and forgiveness,
for hatred had to dispel from the love I
had for others.

This angry face had been exchanged
for a phat face-
the face of love, peace, and understanding;
it was the inspiration of a friend whom I
am now confused.
I am confused of dispelling love for hate
when I been living with fear.
Rejection and hate was my life-
and it became a demon in my life.
This person was drawn to my life to love me-
not love me physically,
but the love that shows my life
living in fantasy.
I was blamed to be a predator-
a reputation ruined by third party wanna-be's.
My fear was confirmed when rejection
called my name in the name of evil,
and hatred became what my friend used.
This was the person I never shared my
problems, because of his rejection.

Why was he a part of my life?
What brought us together?
I am not the **** in the closet-
I am the hetro living in the dark.
I had nowhere to go, and I
trusted that this could be discussed.
And here I thought I was weak.
I have been through so much
that it hurt me to see my best friend go.

I became angry faced-
the loss of friendship over
my actions, now blamed for
harassment and stalking when
I see surveillance in the eyes
of my life.
Why do I have to learn this lesson?
Who do I learn with?
Where is my understanding?
Why do they not understand?
I am none of the things the
universe declares me; and yet
no light they cannot see in me.
Why did you fake me?
Why do you block me of my
freedom to say my story?
What is your story?
What love do you have if
someone sniped me?

I changed my view on love,
because the hate I've been
misjudged on for thirty-three years.
This ******* society is so messed up;
I have to live according to a
controlling and confused society.
You are like the rest-
put an act on, in front of friends,
and then when trouble comes
or the annoying person is
around, your on your way
to the hermit station.
I do not understand you;
I was not able to find
peace within you; and
I am confused about your love.
In fact, the only confirmation
I got was when someone else
said I tricked them until a
business gig that was never paid.  
And when I was blamed for lying,
I knew you people only put me out.
The most hateful thing to do is to lie
about one thing to save your reputation
to ruin others.
The reality is that you place angry faces
on those you love, but do not
understand agape for your own fantasies
are stuck elsewhere.
I am still trying to put the pieces together,
but I do know where the missing pieces are-
they are connected to you-
Until you understand the agape love-
we will both be missing love and peace
for each other in disguised of hatred.
You only hide me to forget me,
but it is the Heavenly hosts who destined us.

I now seek spiritual guidance;
I need to forget you;
I need to understand why I should;
And while I wish you begin to
understand, I realize that this, too
only a fantasy.
I only ask that someone take away
this rejection and hatred from me.
I fear that I will not see my
friend, again-
but who wants someone in their
life who is not understanding,
always faking me in front of others
than hiding me inside a closet-
abusing power over love?
I only know rejection and pain,
who wants to introduce me to
the Happy Face?

It is music which I found you;
It was the creative mind-
when you turned to the left side,
your subconscious has taken away
the right brain empathy,
which was taken for me.

Only hope is what is left;
The hope for new
found agape love and peace.
Let me allow my story-
let me allow my understanding;
let me allow you to tell me.

Nebuchadnezzar has three dreams,
not even the "wise men" of old
could interpret the dreams of this old man.
It then takes lads of Meshach, Abendigo, and Daniel
to "cling" together in a fiery furnace,
only to see a fourth man that
the King recognizes and acknowledges
as the the God of Most High.

Why would this dumb old King
still insist on the power of the Most High
with a 90-foot tall statue of no statutes?

Then how is it that Daniel-
a wise man of Babylon
able to entice God's presence?

Even with all the threats and insanity
of this crazy old King,
Wise man, Daniel, stands up against
a statue of a multitude of people
when he stares as tradition in a mirror.

With the delusion of creating a nation alone
has made that crazy old King
filled with insanity and obsession over people.
Sounds familiar with our own traditions,
and obsession to worldly pleasures.

Here is the real problem,
the ruins of Babylon is not only
a metaphor, but a reality to lives
living on this Earth for those
"wise men" who think they can
take the place of God.
Unfortunately, we are crawling around
like beasts on this Earth,
because there is no other
to lift us up, but God the Most High.

Soon, the four Angels
Destiny, Death, Purity, and Balance
will "let it go,"
the four winds of strife on a land
that has insist the impalpable sin.
When I am constantly placed in
a fiery furnace, all the one's around
me feel the heat, and die of their own curse
they caused me, letting go;
and bringing Babylon in ruins.

....the winds softly blowing-
leaves fall with the light breeze
....but when the storm
---------comes, I notice
----I stand up, waving my
many branches in the wind.
The more severe
----the more heavy the winds blow.
...oops- my branches are breaking!
This tree suffers a broken branch
with no survival or breath of life.
----there is no growth-
....the promise of life
has been broken in front of me.
When the branches are broken-
the tree looks more bare.  
But the tree still stands-
until you uproot me,
I can be fixable.
If I F

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Let it be
that You are
not in My
way----
When I

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on you-
You may be
crushed-
And then what-
it is more than-
-just-
branches breaking off!

Yack! Yack! Yack!
I keep hearing the words you
do not want me to hear.
There were so many things
You not knew from me!
All that talk and no walk-
nothing left in your reality,
but illusions and delusions
of what you saw in me.
There seems to be one,
whom has trouble understanding
your psychotic mind with all these
promises that met nothing,
smiles, acts, and game for a nil-
yet, who stands tall even with
this curse, I now counterfeit-
you think there is power above God,
those are blind even in the
brightest light of the Holy Spirit.
If you are suppose to be in my
life, I will be sure to wait for you
where the light is dim (in your eyes),
that is where you will have no
choice but to follow me, or
risk being broken and spilled out.

A thought in process...
Imagery that tells a story....
I can see
the Prestigious School of Gills:
The Conservatory of Velvet & Blues.
In the process...
The conservatory will need to
hire the Ground sharks
to make sure there
are no shellfish or
Crappie fish laying around.
Once all the Crap is
swallowed up,
we can hire Dolphins so they
can share in their porpoise.
Even in the deep,
we have trouble with
Blackchin.  We should consider
hiring Giant Wels to calm
the Blackchin.  if that does not
work, we will get the Bigmouth Buffalo
to calm all the Bitterling.
I do need to get around-
I should Perch a Black Neon Tetra
...and find some Pumkinseeds.
I will need to hire an
Octopus to get the building
done sooner.
In one hand- I will use a Hammerhead.
In another hand- he should use a Sawfish.
I will need two arms to scratch
the Rough Scad from the floor.
Two more arms should
use Smelt-whiting on the walls.
We need Muscles to do the
heavy lifting.
Finally, the Octopus will need two
arms to lay the Velvet.
EEL!!! I have noticed Roaches!
I noticed the Roughy patches.
Hey look!!! We do not need to
worry about electric-
we will just use electric eels.
To right- I will place the lampfish.
Do not worry about the
evil of the Ghouls & Devil Ray-
I will be sure to Discus
with Alfonsino all
the trouble with the
Blue-eye, Bullhead, ***** shark.
We will have a Whale of a time,
omitting the Suckers & Swallowers
from the Red Velvetfish.
I need to cool
things off with icefish.
And to keep the roofs from
leaking, hire the seals.
Our Seahawk Security will
be watching for the White Shark.
If you see them please,
send out the Yellow Jacks
and I will use the River Loach
as backup for there is plenty of
fish in the sea.

If I only I could know
the dept of your mind;
The Hell you put me through;
The consecrated B.S. that
only flutters your mind-
putting me inside out.
The assault, impeding comprehensible
Delusions of your own mind.
The character of a dog-
the dog that screeches at
himself constantly over and over again.
I can only imagine the head-
ache that you place your-
self for no words are given lightly.
There is a time to make
things right- and that time
is not now- and will not be later.
The sooner the later, only
reality can make that call.
I can only imagine the
hurt you are feeling; yet,
the character assault makes
it obvious- that day of judgment
answered your evil questions-
no wonder that only if
I could mediate between you
this low-life will only
be considered the Character Assault of my life.

Quand je pense à une personne,
Je pense que du bonheur
dû à moi par un autre.
Qu'est-ce que l'amour universel peut
ce soit dans mon esprit?
Suis-je faire une imagination
encore d'un amour illicite,
ou est-ce vrai cette fois?
Tout ce que je cherche
est un cœur de bonheur,
tant qu'il est commun
que ce qui est le point?
Bientôt il y aura un jour,
pas ce jour,
mais un jour viendra
quand je vois mes amis fidèles
dans les yeux de mon propre.
Est-ce que l'amour a toujours
un endroit négatif sur mon cœur,
ou était-ce la malédiction qui
ce cœur jamais trouver l'amour
sauf si il est vrai amour?
Sonne comme mon contrefaçon
dit de faire un cœur de bonheur.

You're not scared of the dark;
You're scared of what's in it.
You're not afraid of heights;
You're afraid of falling.
You're not afraid of the people around you;
You're just afraid of rejection.
You're not afraid to love;
You're just afraid of not being loved back.
You're not afraid to let go;
You're just afraid to accept the reality that she's gone.
You're not afraid to try again;
You're just afraid of getting hurt for the same reason.

Can you hear my silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel my heart?

Blemish of Darkness
Dreams becoming a Reality
Afraid of the Dark
Light of Hope
Serene Spirit Suspense.
Want to talk
About a Fight?
Try Dispelling
Something You
You have No Control!
Who Dispels Love?
How Dare such a thing
a this?
I will Dispel darkness,
for it is Light that Shines.
This Light is the Reality-
the Promise of One
Return-
Yet, Who comes to my Aid?
I Fought the big Fight!
For in One Year-
All lessons were Blemished
with the Blood on the Cross.
I will Not Cross
that Road again...
Yeah, that is a painful Road-
Let it Go-
What is there,
but Darkness on the other side?
You want to Follow Me?
Or will you Fall
into Oblivion
not Knowing what really shows?
All the Grass is dead
And there is where You
Thought there was Green.
You must Dispel
from Hate
before Hate Dispels You!
There is no other
Harm than to Fake Love-
when Karma Assembles-
Oh Yes! This Fake Love-
will Dispel from You;
The Time in Space
Will Conquer Your ever Thoughts-
Keep The Light-
Learn to DISPEL
from DARKNESS!

Draw me Close
to You
never let me go
I lay it all down
again
to hear
You say
That I'm Your friend.

You are my
desire
That I'm Your friend
You are my
desire
No one else
will do
Nothing else
could take
Your place
To feel the
warmth of
Your embrace.

Help me find
the way
Bring me back
to You

You're all
I want
You're all
I ever needed
You're all
I want
Help me Know
You're near.

When I think of a person,
I think of the happiness
owed to me by another.
What universal love can
this be in my mind?
Am I just make an imagination
again of a illicit love,
or is this true this time?
All I am looking for
is a heart of happiness,
as long as it is mutual
than what is the point?
Soon there will be a day,
not this day,
but a day will come
when I see my true friends
in the eyes of my own.
Does love have always be
a negative spot on my heart,
or was that the curse that
this heart never find love
unless it was true love?
Sounds like my counterfeit
says to make a heart of happiness.

Three time in one;
only one time in three-
do you not know me?
How funny
in two paths;
yet, I find you;
when did I know you?
Was it when I took
a wrong turn,
or was it WHEN?
I was forced to
learn a lesson?
What lesson should
it be that I learn?
Could it be the thought
of freedom with reality?
What freedom are YOU seeking?
How did I know you?
Why did I know you?
because in life,
we all must learn
from each other.
What did you learn?
Am I that nasty person
YOU know?
Or is it, I held a secret
when in reality
there was no hope?

How do you know me?
Am I a person
that person who succumbs
to your fear?
Did I have to know
your underlining secret?
What is this secret?
Am I the person
whom you only think
in your delusional mind?
Was it in a delusional state
of mind where you
found me?
Am I at fought here?

See, here I found you
when I needed a friend to trust.
When I think of you,
I think of the best of
what could be;
I never saw you
as the evil one.
How, then could
you remember me?
Did you think
I was jealous of you?
How could I think such?
We both have lives;
and we both love-
to the purest measures.

If we could start
over, again-
where should I
meet YOU?
See, your delusions
have left me sinking.
Yet, with words
that you watch as a hawk-
I know you are watching.
You are hiding from me.
When will this fight end?
How can we make
the legacy stand?
i see you as a friend;
you see me as a freak.
I am so freaked out,
because how you know me.
All the good left,
because of delusions
you believe in strongly.
The question is: WHEN?
When do you see change?
Where will you
leave your delusions?
How will you leave
your delusions?
I am telling you,
I forgive you;
and you know
I capable of
unconditional love,
but what love do you
think?
I am holy to God
who knows me.
Apparently, you did not
know me as well
as you thought.
This could have happened
to anyone, but it is
time to move away from
this battle.

Here, my door is
re-opened, for the
presence of life and purity.
And when you are ready,
you take the time,
because this is where
I will wait.
Take all the time you need.
My door is only
thin enough to carry
the positive loads,
which are few,
but I know how
you can do this-
you must take
away the load before you,
and you will find me
on the other side
where the door opens out
to close us in;
and when that happens,
there is no more
confrontations.
This love is the
love of forgiveness/amends;
leave the delusions behind;
and do not believe
the negative advice
of evil angels
who keep you down their level.

Have I let me down
Heaven hear me now
I’m lost without a cause
After giving it my all

Winter storms have come
And darken my sun
After all that I’ve been through
Who on earth can I turn to?

I look to You
I look to You
After all my strength is gone
In You I can be strong
I look to You
I look to You
And when melodies are gone
In You I hear a song
I look to You.

About to lose my breath
There’s no more fighting left
Sinking to rise no more
Searching for that open door.

And every road I’ve taken
Led to my regret
And I don’t know if I’m gonna make it
Nothing to do but lift my head.

When the levies are broken
My walls have come
Crumbling down on me
When the rain is falling
Defeat is calling
I need you to set me free
Take me far away from the battle
I need you to shine on me.

In my mind there is a song-
a song that keeps playing back;
It is like I see my words
in the mirror facing back at me.
I can hear drums beating,
and my heart beats with the drum.
All I can remember is that I
was left with the hope-
the hope that music would come alive.
I feel dead without the music,
there are excuses to hear it-
Youtube, choruses, and just travels afar-
I cannot believe how far it
has taken me just to find that
one simple note;
I mean the note that has never left me.
All I can remember,
silence without music,
is a silence without a beat.
I realize that at times
the open air can get
things confused in our minds,
leaving no suggestion,
but to have peace and love.
And when that difficult rhythm
comes again, I can say,
"leave me alone."
For the sweet music which
I understand- has always
let me alone, until now-
I am asking to bring it back to my ears.
The balance, purity, and patience-
I wait,and for now-
in silence I leave you alone.

A dark cloud has been storming around me,
the wants and needs over-portioned and mounted-
Why the war of pain and wonder wanders to see
where no one feels the love or is lost but founded?
There is a light- the light is so far away,
but I can still see the embellishing distractions
that are so brightly extraneous and willing to stay,
but the storm, so undeserving and strong infractions.

The storm passes by the deepest depths of the earth.
the blackness of perception now gone from you;
the perceptions of poor judgment in the burning hearth
suckling of pure judgment within the heart anew.
The cloud hovering over me, now descends
to the east a rainbow ascends.
The troubles once afflicting your soul,
now are gone from you, and you are whole.

(Possible Chorus):
Light of Day made a new
with courage, strength, and love
one can stand firm- this one is you.
The free spirit of the dove,
provides what's inside the light of day.
For you are the light of day.

Born into this world as an angel;
experiences unheard of and in defeat-
the mouth of outrageous roars and gel
grown in a circle of many feats.

There came a face filled with scars
the mind of unsure, bold, and assertive delusion
promotes such gratitude and mingled spurs
to run from me, run from such obsession.

The hyenas are so fake in their attitude-
their faces are like an abandoned building
with graffiti to cover their indecisive gratitude,
and pretentious illusions that yield bring.

In the dark valleys with only moonlight,
such attitudes and gloom of darkness
sets in motion the evil wariness and fight-
the lion flights into the cave of the barking mess.

Hyenas crave the deception to feed on lies;
and the lion's assertiveness frees from itself
the circle of dark redemption that proves his rise,
hyenas hide behind the masks on the shelf.

Hyenas are busy trying something new
whereas the lion still never gives up his path.
Hyenas are free spirited in the blues
while the lion is free from the hyenas wrath.

(Possible Chorus):
In the wrath of darkness, one is never satisfied.
In the light of the world, one can be magnified.
No matter what there is a circle of life
that once will be the door to wasted strife.
The light of the world, defeats the darkness of soul.
The assertiveness and protection will be whole.

For the Beauty of the Earth
Only one can see-
You want true love-
Find him!
No, not me,
but he is in my heart, too.
You want true love?
Take the bullet for a friend-
is only part of the situation;
it is more like being
mocked, ignored, lost, and broken
But I found him-
Oh yes, I found him-
the one who made me!
Ask him, why?
In any case,
My love cannot measure to him.
Who can die for me?
I know it is not you-
yet, I can still talk with him-
why?
Because he sees something in me.
Why can we not love like this?

There was three individuals whom
were blessed with talents.
There was one who had 10 talents
for which these talents were
blessed and used,
while another individual had five.
Those talents were blessed and used.
There was one individual
who had one talent, suppressed it,
and hid it in the ground,
until the day the Lord has come.

The next day, a certain man came to
make inventory of their talents.
The first man, said he was blessed with
ten talents where there were
twenty seeds sowed.
The next man came and stated that
his five talents were blessed with
five more talents.

However, the man who hid his talent,
told the man, he had hid his talent,
because he was afraid that he would
lose it.
Suddenly, the man suggested
that the talent be given to the
other who has ten talents,
and that the ways of your servants
was not to follow me.

The man went along his own way
with no reaping, and a hidden talent.
When one is scared to follow the
true path for which is
met to be, we risk the buried talent.

What is in my conscious
does not reflect my unconscious.
No matter the apology-
there is no fixing the dead point.
There were two points-
one proclaims suspicion-
the other does not no where to go.
There she is again
watching behind my back-
afraid that I will take him away.
What she does not know-
she is missing the point!

Think of sustainability in your life;
you want inspiration-
think of your creativity!
Think about a puzzle
so jigsawed that perhaps you need
silence and time
to make the puzzle work.  
The reality is the picture,
the destiny, and
the creativity that you made
from this situation.  
In silence you are welcomed
to present actions that
inspire thought and precision.
If you worry about the future,
stress about the past,
then your present is stuck,
which means that in reality,
you will always feel stuck
and fear the past,
unless you open your eyes to
see what you have and move forward.
Just remember to leave
your negative thoughts of me behind,
instead of wondering if I will change,
because with time there comes change,
and it is not up to you to change me.

There is only one story-
only one line-
only one singer-
only one who can fall-
only one who listen-
only one voice.

There are words
not  known
only you think
you know the words,
but  in those words
of  suspicion
was  your lesson.
Have you thought
the leaves on
your tree were ripped
out, but rearranged?
Yes, there is one
one  whom no lesson
will be learnt
to  frowns of guilt.
Like  the fall,
we eventually
get back up...
The  springtime  
is promised
the awakening
of a new life.
There are pages
to  be edited,
others should
be ripped out;
while other  pages
in your life-
are the hardest-
ones that remind
You of pages
not to be ripped out.
What is left-
with only a cover,
and  a title
without no words
finished?
These books are
not  to be  judged,
but they are the
pages to be filled;
these are the  lessons
You must learn.
Stop ripping
Pages out of the book,
or You may never
Show words
new beginnings are
promised, but you  must
read through  the  
Whole book to get
Whole  story.

When I am down
and,
oh my soul,
so weary-
When troubles
Come
and my heart
burdened be-
Then, I am still
and wait here
in the silence
until you come
and sit awhile
with me.

You raise me up,
so I can stand
on mountains
You raise me up,
to walk on
stormy seas
I am strong
when I am on
your shoulders
You raise me up....
to more than
I can be.

(Add-on)-> There is
no life-
no life
without
it's hunger
Each restless heart
beats so
imperfectly.
But when you come
and I am filled
with wonder
Sometimes, I think
I glimpse
eternity.

Here and now-
lies ahead a road.
This uncertainty is
not sure-
cling and clangs
vultures and cultures;
yet, all I see
a bright light from above.
Autumn leaves around
clings of ruts fall
from the trees.
The cold heart of evil
spreading from the past-
the past of winds
cold chills
fire was burning out.
False love-
making no come back;
banishing back to oblivion.
I hear the angels-
strings being struck
from opposing directions;
and the strung
of these sounds
much more sour.
The dispel of a dream-
gone in the wind;
Oh! I see a dark cloud-
I see this won with no
failing winds-
disclose of a brighter hope.
The same child of the storm-
returns in the sunlight.
My wondering mind
wandering eyes
ask me the conscious question:
Is he from the retrospect
within the past storm.
Does this storm repeat itself?
All he remembers
is in retrospect-
This storm is history-
Can the sun return from retrospect?