There's no freedom to this,
A hook on wet fish,
withering around skittering
and dumped in your bucket,
I looked so hard in the Abyss
Obstacles bounded by trees,
and roaring of that engine
in a little 250 mountain scooter,
A distraction from this something....

Cold ice blocks fall from the cavern,
like icy pikes that could not strike my eye.
But there's a reason for this obsession,
or your fantasy exists for nothing at all.

All the ****** dreams can't oil my limbs,
Any injections of opiates can't cure my phobias.
All the bottles of liquor won't make me better,
All the grass of this keep, just makes me needier.

There is a heaviness within me
that never leaves,
no matter what I do,
no matter what I say.

Omnipresent,
like a death sentence:
slow,
cruel.

My thoughts are curses,
blasphemous, dark, vile,
a constant sacrilege
against a power too great
to subjugate.

I'm held in chains,
my humanity a gift
wrapped in a cage.

I try to run,
but it claws at my skin.

Now I'm left
with bones and veins,
dragging myself through the sand
as the clock ticks,
a reminder
that my time will soon end.

My arms flail in despair,
reaching for an anchor
before I vanish
into an abyss
too vast to comprehend.

Yet an echo chants in verses,
a lament of truth
that feels like a burden:

All is fleeting.
Nothing stays.

Love comes in waves.
It drowns you
in euphoric bliss,
where two souls intertwine
for a single kiss.

Then you're alone,
washed up on the shore,
wondering
when it began
and how it came to end.

You bask in the light of happiness,
but darkness always follows,
leaving you cold and hollow.

Only death is certain.
Only you exist.

Others are but mirrors.
Their reflections never change,
a constant dissonance
between who I am
and what I try to escape.

I've been cast out of heaven
to rot in this hell,
among demons and devils
whose desires drip like venom.

Greed in their eyes,
wrath in their hearts,
sweet nothings
masked beneath lust.

Cleanse me of this place.

Burn me:
sevenfold,
tenfold.

Rid me of this plane.

Banish me to silence,
where death does not toll,
to the place where time
exists only as a shadow.

There's no fear of others
if one fears not of their own self
it's the lack of faith of the person
that has created this dilemma

Shadows.
Shadows are the things around ,as darkness mounts itself.
It hides in every corner to pounce upon the weak.
It has no shame or dignity in taking what is not his.
A silent laugh is what we hear, as just another one he claims.
When the light came , he was told to flee, but just look at how he exalts himself, believing he has it all.
But come awaken you who has the light, and let us fight this fight.
Let us array ourselves with armour and meet him on the battle fields, come you who are called, and let us shout , of you no more will we have.
Enough of you, enough have we had, so we tell you darkness flee.
The light has brought us victory and this is.ours to keep.


When troubles come upon us, we know it is just for a little while,as through the tunnel we shall sunder till we see the light.
To God be the glory.

Imagination like a fire set alight and can not be stopped.
All things ever created comes into motion as by faith we believe it can be done.
I speak as a man. Why then do we contain our god.
Just imagine a speck in space where there is nothing.
In it was an all knowing hearing and seeing god who's imagination was moved as colors shape's and sizes flowed through his mind  from the grass to the flowers to the trees .
The birds of the sky the fish of the sea the beast of the field and you and I.
As it could not be contained it burst open as the universe expanded bringing everything into existence for God pleasure so that he could look upon all his creation as we are all contained in him.
As all things were made by him through him in him and for him and nothing  was made  that was made without him.
A circle within a circle .
And wherever we are in this circle we are in the centre and the apple of god's eye.

Prepare the battle kittens!  War
     Is coming down the lane!
The ammo Nerf is on the floor;
     The window feels the pane.

When lollipops and zombie bombs
     Fall from a summer sky,
A sandwich crust of soccer moms
     Will say goodfucking by.