I was just walking home,
With my music in my ears
When I felt something odd
Something quite akin to fear

I turned and looked behind me
And my vision started to change
All I saw was darkness
Which to me seemed quite strange

In this darkness, a whisper of movement
I saw memories, both old and new
But I didn't see anything else
The darkness remained the same hue

But then I looked ahead
And everything I saw was bright
These things hadn't happened yet
But I almost teared up at the sight

I saw friends and family die,
But I saw them brought back to life

I saw arguments, hatred and tears
But I also saw victories, and cheers

I saw myself alone,
Writing poems by myself
I saw myself with friends
Doing this, then something else

Together to the end,
The definition of a friend
When I am left alone,
I cry out for them in sorrow

Then I returned to reality,
Shrugged my shoulders and just walked home
Because I understood what I saw
As I walked that road alone

There is no future in the past,
So put it all behind
Yet in the future there's always
Something new for you to find

Don't reflect on what you've done
Just live in the here and now,
And strive for the future
You'll be happy, this I vow.

I discovered all of this,
In just a few seconds of thought
Imagine what you could think
With the time that you so sought.

Greet me!

You think you know me
You think you’ve seen me

Praise me!

For I am a hero with my own might,
I am a savior in my own right.

Love me!

For I am Love,
and I am a vision of him

Fear me!

For you think you know me
You think you’ve seen me
You think I’m your hero
but in truth; I’m no one’s hero but everyone's last step before the fall

sitting in the darkness, waiting for some kind of beautiful light from above to come and rescue me.  trying to be protected from despair,. but then it engulfs me.  seeing all of the beauty so clearly.  seeing the potential inside me.  trying not to say, "come save me."  trying to be strong.  trying to hold onto the glimmers of the sun which had shone through that darkened window.  wanting what is love.  wanting to bask in the warmth of its embrace.  wanting all fear to dissipate, only to be replaced by the most radiant passion, wanting to feel it all the way down into the deepest marrow inside my bones.  wanting to apologize to everyone i've ever wronged.  wanting to look them in the eyes and say "i'm sorry," and then enter into their world - understand them deeply and truly, wanting to have all of the past just not matter anymore and transcend this dream/nightmare.  wanting it all, and coming up empty.  "come save me."  you promised you wouldn't say that, you know, you promised but here it comes again, soft and cold like the snow, reminding you of your limitations.  is it you or is it i?  it has to have a name, it doesn't have to be blame, it can just be one.  be patient.  your new life has begun.  be patient, your new love has arrived.  please - just be patient.

I seen you more than once within the halls of friendship doors
But it was only once that I pierced into your soul
and seen a hidden treasure that is buried upon the shore
nestled in the shade where it blooms for evermore.

In this single instance I brushed aside my life
foreseeing a lovely vision of the two of us intwind
not every moment perfect but side by side we'd  fight
So vivid was this portrait that it only needed light.

Our fingers married feelings that rippled through our hearts
Your lips they whisper healing safely in the dark we spark
with a tender silent message ......I will not depart.
I call upon these thoughts for this is where we start.

in the back seat of a car
the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads
in the back seat of a car
with it's secrets veiled by it's mouth

only when it's useful
it is had with attention
but in indifference times
disappears in the darkness

passing the crossroad
a master and it's disciples
the mists surrounds it
and make it invisible

the bell rings
the sparrow sings
the cigarette burns
the blade cuts

with it's friends
it walks
but the loneliness
surrounds it

into the night
a cry of pleasure fills it
a nervous laugh
followed by the kiss of love

a punch that makes it bleed
the Patriot gives it
it's clothes in the street
and freedom around the corner

the wind whisper
the owl sings
the candles on
the moon shines

in the woods appears
smiling, hysterical, naked
dancing in endless spirals
with it's invisible beings around

in a black and white world, ruled
a being with colored eyes
breaking boundaries and walls
the arcana 0 incorporates

in the back seat of a car
the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads
imagining the perfect perfection
in a place of pain and prejudice

the pen between it's fingers dance
a silent music
the poem of it's pale owner
the paper reveals secretly

This isn't the remedial rhythm your grandfather told you he listened to when he was a lad
This rhythm is the sole possessor of unfathomable depths
A melodic perception of what awaits at the steps of cognitive pools
Each bubble coalesces at the apex and pops with a reckless flush
Liquifed sound scatters and turns to dust
You can hear it on your skin
It's slight
But you can almost decipher what that muse was mouthing before you took the dive
Warning: Contents under forever
Sand does not absorb these notes
Infinitesimal grime only shocks and provokes
Until the boiling point is reached
The clock will strike half past infinity before you can even see
Your reflection's hymn ripple across the well of eternity

It is He who turned the words that echoed through walls of built up ego into towers of strength made of faith and prayer, obedience and consciousness – the best architecture knew I needed a blueprint that wasn’t covered in mustard coloured stains and red pen marks that led to nowhere good
2. It is He who untangled the blackening shackles from ties to this sticky, messy mirage of a world entwined to these wrists and instead taught to braid ladders to the heavens on its way to freedom which looks like His love, love that is eternity and eternity that isn’t an illusion; it’s a vision
3. It is He who, through every turn, slip and fault, stayed closer than the jugular vein and fished the despair right out of this muddled pond the colour of dust and rusting metals, teaching to swim and thank for the air filled lungs taken for granted even when I'm drowning, the water became clearer and the air cleaner and He still held His hand out, better than a lifeguard, He’s a guard for life
4. And now I'm trying to find another way to Him in these blessed nights to heal this aching splintered heart and solid iron fists made from fires only the roughest wood could spark up; in His name does the stomach starve so the soul can feed, where the toughest times are handled with sincerity, everyone becomes family, and strength is found underneath His love, overtop the rest of the world

The cool breeze awakes me and there I am in the hammock looking out at the sea with you in my arms next to me smiling but I blink and your gone replaced by this gun when only moments before you were smiling at me the cold steel stares it's barrel at me like a lover afraid I blink and your face is in front of mine smiling sweetly and divine wake up  I hear the words but I can't respond or move waya wake up we have stuff to do today the sun behind you shining past into my eyes I squint slowly about time sleepy head I feel the smile on my face and I blink filled with joy to only see the sun coming through my window and you nowhere near me