If you cage me I will pick the lock
   with leaves of Autumn.

I will bless the cursed corruption,
turn the key to imagination.

Breeze me into a mystical forest
stare into the multilayered reflection.

Pray my heart to be your portal
kiss the wounded master's hand.

Plead for understanding
  in the bottle of illusions glass.

Read your words aloud to me
  as I sit on heaven's grass.

Cage the Shattered Angel
  I heard your words disarm my past.

My dream of You
floated down to me
and dismantled my cage of glass.

Does anybody understand it?

Does the roar of silent fire crash
inside You?

Does the echo contain a canyon?

Your voice will drop into my vision
I felt your shielded power speak.

I am the wish of all who listen.
I am the tear drops in your eyes.
I am the One who remembers
  the secrets you forgot.

I am ultimate freedom singing in your heart.

I will break any cage You put in front of me and float back to the Sun.

it's not easy
down here

covered
in
thick
dense
smog

it's not easy
to breathe
down here

awful hands
turning
all wheels of absolute corruption

it makes my skin slide
I see
diamond backs run
fast in tall grass mania

it gets hard
to survive
down
here

pack up your bag
it's starting to snow

your back
pressed tight against
dead man's road

I hope you find a good place to rest tonight.

brave one

I hope that your heart doesn't get too tough out there.

I hope soft rains still can quench your thirst.

Sometimes down here
we all get so lost
it's hard to find home again.

I know.

I've been there
been run down
like a two legged dog
shot to pieces by hate

been bit back behind
the razor fences
slicing me deep down
Soul Gusher falling fast
pushed inside and manipulated by everyone.

been hurt too much
seeing death come by
and taking people away with genocide.

somebody been lying
way too much
for way too long
I been watching real close
to that brainwashing raining down.

they
be
training soldiers too well.

but they be coming back
worse than damaged.

PTSD
for
life.

they can't
stop
screaming

I know

I see em.
I talk to em
out there.

they're everywhere.

sometimes down here
they say
it's easy to lose your soul
but if you ask me
the soul wasn't made for killing
but for shining
and that's why madness comes down the mountain
popping like a thunderous,
serious mud slide-
a battalion of military eyes
after the war.

Sometimes down here
they say
your heart ain't ever right again
look at all those holes
from all those bullets burning
scarlet fire down to hell's canyon.

look at the black empty hole of my soul

who now can feed that?

I must come back to a hard forgiveness that I don't know if I can find....


where  tears run so deep
they feel like a mountain of ice slowly melting away years
that's what it takes
a mountain of ice
that needs time
maybe not enough time.

Sometimes down here is the best of times

I could laugh again in the
memories of where we been
what you said
who I was
and the youth that held true to our heart's.

it ain't easy
down here
waiting
for something
to shine down
from up there
and hit me here
right there
deep down
in
the bullet wounds
of our souls.

I keep on
dreaming
down here
wishing
for you
to come back
to me.

my heart has known
no greater
longing
than this ache
sliding down this
icy mountain fall
burning like angels dying
calling out for a misunderstood and sometimes forgotten God.

Cloaked, I chaperone moonlight to wooded alleyways

hungry for canyon width
  marching through sleeping deer.

Cloaked, I chase the deepened shadows, use prayer to build the lake of light.

Cloaked, I cast out all fear with  righteous weapon.

Thread my light at the rim of dreams.

Marvel at how it all echoes forever.

I pour my verse to the unseen presence.

I razor cut shadows with tears of light.

I draw forth power from the cloaked One who I vowed to help before I hid myself in flesh.

Love calls me out of my tortoise shell
Begins to sing louder
My slaughtered bridge is resurrected.

I walk across, stunned like a new man coming back to Eden.

Love calls me out like a train storming through at 2 a.m.
Runs me over like a penny on its track, sleep is still another world away.

My blurry eyes sting the page
everything I held back draws itself like a hidden blade and spills my red river travesty.

Hold on to me.

I saw myself become something else sliding in the corner of a child's closet.

Do not run from me now that I'm getting closer to your secrets.

Every moment in life is a gift.

Every dark pull from the dark side a chance to appreciate your light that much more.

I have been levitated from love's track. My heart becomes a countryside.

Any heart not living here makes us incomplete and mission bound with inner ancient  heat.

Blazes so intense you'd think we wouldn't survive, so tell me now how do we even live?

Once I was loud and obnoxious, angry at this and that, not until you came back to me, I was a mad man screaming at himself in a mirror I thought was real.

You came through and silenced me and said, "But I never even left."

My humility carrying a stranger's heavy luggage.

Your light dancing brighter in my chest spilling your glory across my scars.

My tears were a row of icicles
painted new in a violet storm of You.

I knew nothing could be the same again.

Every hurt I experience now I can never hate again.

Every person who does me wrong I will instantly forgive.

Why?

Because they are You, forgetting  themselves on purpose.

Your plan for reunion will be different from what anyone can imagine, still You will always try to reach them on a daily basis, ever vigilant like a Love Knight who most will turn against.

I Follow ghost mist through the twilight woods of your song.

When I arrive at your clearing  house the mist is gone but I cannot tell anyone of what I saw, not because it's a secret but because my words fall short on the threshold of your dreams made manifest.

Heart connection from You to me is a hidden pipeline that exists between us and Everyone else.

This will twist your mind and make it break.

Do not over think it.

It will only lead to constant confusion.

I felt You outside my window but when I looked I still could not see You.

This will always break my heart until my childhood dream is granted.

You may not know what it's like to feel this pressure but I'm not sure You know my angle and if You do, please forgive my ignorance I sometimes forget Your spirit lives everywhere.

I knew this as a child as sure as a fish knows how to breathe underwater.

There is some hidden plan of magic at work here and I can see it in every piece of creation You so cleverly mastered.

Speak to me again.
Your whispers are like welcomed daggers
and your presence
is the oasis in my desert.

I have traveled through dark places and my feet are heavy houses dragging through burning sand.

Your waters are always welcomed.

Let my heart become your staff.

Master of winds
It is this humbled letter
To whom I address.

Singer of truth
Light of all heavens
Lifting off my lid

My gift to you does not come packaged but rather a swollen river of an angels sweet tears running when sleepers are dreaming forgetting they're  You.

Master of winds
I want You to know that even if fear is still present
I still hold you
My dear precious lifeline
Fragile as an eggshell rocking
in my heart
if You break at any moment and splatter your yolk filled heaven down my lonely corner You will still cover my cages with hope.

Master of winds
Angel of magic
I am pressed tight to your voice as if I was a leaf waking up dark sleepers sliding across their dreamy face.

Waker of men
Shaker of trees
Shed down your holy red colors
And land in my hand
one more time so the unbelievers will know You exist.

I am aware of grim dark places
that feed off innocence like the shadow man who steals children and offers them up as sacrifices to the worst of all evils.

Everyone who lives here will be touched by its shade and crunched by its branch.

Come to us soon

Master of winds
Lover of truth
Designer of worlds

Let your love become a net
and catch us all.

Master of love
Your glorious reach
Knows no bounds.

When I went to bed your warmth and grace flew in my chest, Cardinal dressed but still invisible.

When I awoke your song burned steady lava beds in my deep wounded cell of complete abandonment. I rose no longer a prisoner.

A flight of leaves scraping through a dark hallway mind
letting me see new colors.

Love calls me out of my black cave prison I stumble out to see the world like I did when I was a child.

This time I know how to guard You, this sword You've given to me is a holy weapon, anything evil I strike at will vanish.

Master of winds
  Holder of love

Singer of truth
Light of all heavens
Lifting off my lid

Dance and weave your magic.

After she broke through the gates she said her prayers were trapped behind enemy lines. Her Fukishima tears crashed poisonous waves to foreign shores.

I knew how it felt to be thrown in a hole left with vipers.

They still hiss at me in nightmares except now I confront them, unafraid of their venom.

My first dream paddled me through a lush heavenly river, a beautiful angel rowed, I sat at the bow facing her.

She told me long stories I cannot remember. I never felt so safe as when I spent time with her.

Time spent in a fallen world made pure waters metamorphosis to chemical troubles.

My prayers joined all the others
and sailed the jail free sky of hope.

I left her memory in a place my voice cannot travel into. Or maybe it can.

I wonder if she knows her stories paddle through my veins struggling for remembrance.

They say empathy is a wounded healer, I wonder if they know I have felt them in the distance.

Cries so intense my sensitivity got scarred on a tree engraved with the whole world's initials.

Never the same again, I understand how consciousness is a wide forever river pressing closer to empathetic ocean.

I once tried to protect myself from everything by forgetting her elegant lotus petals. Spikes in my eyes taught me invaluable lessons.

Some say empathy is a weakness.

I know now that it leads to our strongest miracle.

Who are we without compassion?

A blinded monster killing everything.

Empathy is a wounded healer.

Forgive yourself and remember your lotus petals so you can help others open up their own gardens.

We can only hope they all remember.

It slips off the rooftop in sheets of powdered sugar, curls and drifts, shoots out at you, touches briefly before spiralling into darkness.

It moves electric, under skin
claiming ownership of your vessel.

It builds up in heaps
lifts the night up
with invisible arms.

Shadows crawl across the pasted walls asking you where the light has gone.

You say,    it will be right back.

It digs beneath the iron core of fathers, plays the strings where guards have latched tight all the cabinets.

It wrestles through your dreams
sneaks across cobblestones,  
whispers traces of holy songs
you never can remember.

It haunts with mighty winds
spreads its spirit through any mountain.

It sets a thousand ships on fire
and you know that you can't stop it.

You let the imagination of your voice hunt me in the Black Forest after you teased me with magical letters you wrote with leaf risen wind.

It circled around my head
brown and red characters
with a dialogue so rich and unique-

It was the best performance I've ever seen.