I had cried a sea of tears
And began to drown.

Trashing out, Unheard screams
Bubbles filled my lungs.

I long for safety and a home
Not this empty black cavern thats sinking very near.

I look up out of desparation
far above my  pain.

And then black tears turn purple,
indigo,
aqua.
I see a Turtle swiming near.

The sea Turtle I've always wanted
I realse all my fear.

I float upward crowned in a bubbling glow
My sea Turtle loves my bubbles.

And away we go.

Out of desperation, I come Holy One for my pain is huge.
I cry out to you with still no answer in sight, Lord God.
Hear my pleas, I see so many suffering more each day.
My hurting heart, understands their pain and suffering.
For it never gets any easier, but Christ strengthen us.
So that we may deal with it better, more Godly like.
So others will want to become strengthen and healed.
Thus then they too shall lead the hurting and lost ..
Out of the darkness that holds them prisoners too.

I am stepping out into Faith in you Jesus.
I see all of my pain, hurt, struggles, and sorrows.
All I seek is for you to heal them within me.
So all shall see your Miracles within me daily.
I am so desperately seeking you to use me.
To reveal yourself to everyone within my path.
So many beautiful friends of mine struggling.
People that been there for me whom I love.
With your Love my Awesome Savior God.

Tonight... My slumber is a distant relative not even a pen pal can reach, but with each attempt I make to contact sleep, the line is disconnected by the rhymes haunting my upper room. Its like my stream of conscioussness is a bottle of liquor, the more I abuse the drug, the more it abuses my anatomy
Tonight... Sleep is my ex-wife I long to caress and attend to. She cries echoes of silenceas we are kept apart by this sadistic night that is lazily hanging over the sky, just waiting for my eyelids to align in holy matrimony, just to rip them apart again.
Tonight... Rhymes run free in my mind like emancipated slaves and they do their best to reach all corners of my minds landscape, making sleep an impoverished state
Tonight... I gaze into the darkness with pure desparation. My mind deprives me of sleep, yet it is what my soul wants most.

Angelina your the queen of
make believe but how ironic
that the woman in the photos
shocks us out of catatonic.

All her fame and fortune
and yet she cannot turn her back
her heart is torn that any child
should suffer any lack.

Hollowed out from over-use
the words become inactive
without the shared experience
they'll fail to hold you captive.

This is when the photograph
can move a man to see
the power of a bigger Love
to set the captive free.

In black and white she holds the child
of a hungry war-torn nation
exposing the shame of misspent fame
while the world is on vacation.

You can't miss desparation
though diamonds appear duller
Life and death in black and white
more powerful than color.

Some people stand afar and judge
but it's quite plain to me
not flesh and blood, but a mother's love
gives comfort with the plea.

Hear no evil, Speak no evil
and this is just obscene
that the horrors of mankind
would somehow go unseen.

Call down beauty from a higher place
let the rich strike up the bands
light the path in living color
see the blood stains on our hands.

Angelina your the queen of
make believe but how ironic
that the woman in the photos
shocks us out of catatonic.