Amongst us they walk
Mostly unseen
Once in a while you may hear them talk
Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream

These are not friends
They are not colleagues
Their life on earth came to an end
They are walking towards you one thing on their mind; to bring you into their fold and within the depths of their league

They appear ghostly but not just a two dimensional figure
They have clothes, hair and skin
Their skin has patches missing and is covered in fissures
They walk stiffly as rigor mortis has set in

By day they reside in their graves in the ground
As midnight strikes you will find them walking around
Arms held out in front as they walk towards you
Don't lose sight of them as you back away; keep your eyes glued, keep danger at bay

In a dream like state they continue to roam
Rampaging streets and destroying homes
Dont give them food or water
Lock up your sons and daughters

When the sun begins to rise
and the light hits their eyes
They will return to their graves below ground
Another day over they will remain in prose; until the dark descends and once again they rise as an army to fight their foes

Amongst us they walk
Mostly unseen
Once in a while you may hear them talk
Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream

Around and around the walking dead jog
Like a day of zombie ground hog

Called to Be Free

We are bound by our sins, chained by our choices
We cry out, we scream with soundless voices
We are slaves to what we love, prisoners to our desires
All we touch burns and we are ****** from razor wires
Trapped in an endless circle a cycle so vicious
We can’t find up, it is tormenting and malicious

But we are called to be free
We are called to truly see
The weights we carry have been lifted
We deserve nothing but how much we have been gifted
We are called to leave the madness far behind
To seek and know true peace of mind
We are called to rise up on great wings
To laugh in the meadows and dance in the springs
To leap with young legs for the joy of being alive
To go beyond just enough and learn how to thrive

We lose ourselves in the everyday action
We forget ourselves and lose satisfaction
We miss the point and we miss the mark
We wander aimlessly stabbing in the dark
We are the walking dead animated flesh and bone
We cut ourselves off and then feel all alone

But we are called to be free
We are called to look beyond “only me”
We can find ourselves in a breath of prayer
We remember ourselves in our Savior’s care
We can reach the goal and reclaim our center
We a full of light and life when we let Jesus enter
We are united to Christ and to one and all
To be free and alive: this is the call

Amen

You know if I had those comic book X ray eyes
I'd probably wish that I was blind
Because, you see a lot of people are in disguise
They walk Normal, healthy, and obviously alive
But inside there's no vigor, no spark, no life
Translation they, Including myself at times
Are like the Walking dead, alive but dead inside

So how do we cure this outrageous infection
and stop this plague during the height of its insurrection
the answer is simple, reach out, extend the olive branches attempt to forge those connections
Or the walking dead will continue to walk and assail us with no protection

The walking dead in the land of the living
Soulless eyes and hearts unforgiving
They seek to destroy
******* out your joy
Shatter your skull
Make your mind dull
Rip out your heart
That's just the start
Dead set eyes
You'll never relize
Till it's to late
Your heart they ate
Breathing remains
Nothing else the same
Now hollow of feeling
Soul was sent reeling
Some don't know
Out of them life flowed
We're all missing parts
Mostly the heart
Also gray matter
Out of mouths spatter
Growing in number
Pillage and plunder
All must be feed
Living in the land of the dead..

Your face is the moonshine
If the pillow were the blue of the ocean
And the shadows the dark of the night
As you rest there sleeping peacefully
My angel, my wife

Things aren’t over

Your eyes are the lamplight
That sways ‘round the maze of the hallways
In this cage where alone you give me sight
As you rest there sleeping peacefully
My angel, my wife

And the flowers are blue in the fabric
And the brandy’s the brown of your eyes
And my heart is for you and the fire is too
So, so much for our blood-drenched skin

With your Polaroid in my palms
And my love still on your flesh
With the soul of your father and the hope of your sister
Wish by spirit if by yes

Things aren’t over

You’re why I’ll survive
For I’m meant to be by your side
So don’t you worry, it’s my turn to fight
Just rest there and sleep peacefully
My angel, my wife

(c) 2015

The world we live in turned into a living hell.
From corner to corner all you see is people you used to know.
lifeless
decaying boddies .
searching for just the smallest hint of blood.
are they even human anymore?
Neighbors that were known to be one of the happiest folks in the meadow and now is found dead but alive with a wound in the neck that you could see the bone.
is this how ima end up?
Dead with the stench of decaying meat?
Seeing kids turned into them and their screams going through my ear drum repeating when I'm trying to sleep?
there are other survivors but how do I know they ain't trying to save for themselves and leave me to be eaten by those animals? Would they used me for bait? Or would I have to fight alone to survive.
there's barely any food and any water to drink.
we hit the closest corner store but it was already hit by a group. all we could of found was a pack of gum and half a gallon of water. who truly knows if there ever will be a cure or will we already be one of them. Another day another hour to see death in the face.