In present times the world is filled up,
Like a crazy cartoon with characters that build up,
A new hope for an inadequate concieved pup,
Be wary of the real undead whose hearts that still pump,
They live and breathe and talk in their pin ups,
Like the crimson they seek to fill up
Their stomachs of ego will still thump,
Unto the light of the unexpecting machine clump,
Running on programs of unending ****,
That is, what they think, for they forgot the time that they believe is up,
They too are humans that are machine dumps.

The ebb and flow is tied to the string on my big toe
Muscles in my calf twitch and the switch clicks
The salt spray covers my skin and so it begins
The wind caresses away the day's stresses
Ears hear the rush of whispered wishes
Eyes dance as they lull tired words into chants
Dreams subside as lost memories collide
Drench my bones with the salty tears of home
I'm coming back into view...look out to sea I can see you

"How will you show me your world? I am blind."

"Hear me. How do I sound like?"

"I'd say your voice is just like a nightingale. Full of love. Like an angel."

"How do I smell like?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Go on."

"Your smell... It's... addicting to be honest. Like a flower that is in a garden but its smell is so unique."

"Touch me. How do I feel like?"

"Your skin so soft. Softer than a petal of rose. Cheeks like a baby. I can imagine your blue eyes looking at me right now. You feel really beautiful."

"You don't need to see from your eyes to see my world."

"BE THE LIGHT"
A candle in the night lights the way.
The poor man sits, gray haired, weary eyes, truly a tragic display.
A soul full of darkness,
No light in sight, just an empty carcass, Yelling to the sky, WHY WHY WHY
The old man no longer wants to live, much rather die!
Does the Light really exist?
The old man asked me with a clenched fist.
Fore I begin to tell him,
Once I too lived in the dark
That bench is where i slept, there in the park
Alone like you, nothing to live for, won't leave a mark
Limitless, infinite, eternal
The light is who You are.
The world becomes so dim
So be closer and closer to him.
When Jesus' light shone in
and washed our sins away
So people blinded by darkness
could receive their sight, and find the path to get on their way
No more shall you live in the dark but shine bright
In this one life i've choosen to-
Be the Light!- T.V.D

He is the light of her darkest sky
Without him, she can't see, she can't dream