We've all had someone we loved and had some one love us.
The hard thing is for that to be the same person.
In my teenage years
I met the Angel of Love.
and the Demon of Lust.
It was a beautiful day
Love flew down
Glowing like the Sun
with wings that roared louder
than all the planets oceans at once.
Leaving the Grass greener
the Trees taller, the Inhabitants calmer
where ever Love spread them.
Love flew down
and said...
"Love my name alone can end all
of your brother and sisters religious wars,
Love is what keeps families together
whose sons and daughters are in war
Love is what cannot be taken from the poor
and opens closed doors
releasing hate lust and envy
so they don't live inside of us no more."
"Yes!" I shouted in tears of joy and pain.
"I once felt loved but I was completely blind
cause if I knew what Love was then you would still be mine."
The sky darkened.
Thunder and lightning
flashed and exploded,
From a space of dark smoke
flew up
the Demon of Lust
drooling with a devilish smirk that could turn mean old Grinch
into Santa Claus.
Looking around to see the weak
shaking at the knees
itching for a fix.
Lust says,
My presence alone will make a hundred of you bow down to me.
One thought is all it takes and I control your mind.
Penetrating your dreams even in the daytime.
I've turned husband and wives and into adulterers
and desperate souls the culprits.
Families broken.
Connections forgotten.
I'm responsible for ALL of the illegitimate children.
the Demon of Lust
then Paused
and grabbed the Angel of Love's hand
and said,
"I too
once felt loved but I was completely blind
cause if I knew what Love was then you would still be mine."

Life can seem like it's over, that everything once good is now bad.
Life can be upsetting, even to those who wait.
Life can be full of experience, but can be full of mistakes.
Life can be ended, or saved.

We create hope, and despair.
We decide the future.
We choose the life we live.
We choose our paths.

You have a choice of right or wrong.
You can be bullied, be the bully, or stand up.
You have the option to help others in need, or let them suffer.
You have thee option to give, or take.

Please speak the voice you were born with.
Please fight against the hatred.
Please stand up, and tall.
Please.

I chose a life where you, me, we; can be free.
I helped and am helping those in need.
I am facing a stone that once hit me.
I stood.

Now you.

I fell from a high place. Rebelled and defiled Grace.
Her face so ripe in the light of faith leaving this plight so trite,
It's mine to taste.

I do not feel, weakness is for the blessed.
I am not real, breathless, fading and wretched. So...
As this tiny flash appears, it takes all attacks of fear.
And like the light of a kings ears, it breaks the fight for a new year.

It's like trailing off, you know. Craving constant unawareness.
We're addicted to getting lost
Inflicted by a logic impairment.
Watch your tv, listen to their music.
Sickened by the views it's truly a mood trick.
Imagine a household, amassed by this foul hold.
Sitting in down pour, trapped by this crowd code.
A programming to stop advancement
Live vicariously, and laugh at hat tricks.
But that's it, it's tragic, they call it magic.
A lab ridden with addicts to stall our actions.
It saddens me to say, this house were discussing right now.
Isn't laden with mud and clay, lets just say we're gonna drown.

I want you to hear me,
Jeer at me or cheer me
Cause I want you here for me.

I've got what it takes.
A voice that piques your choice of taste.
At a loss for what is faith
But a boy to beat, or love. Embrace.

I don't do this for attention.
It's closer to, words that mask the tension.
A life lesson in aggression towards the lack of message.
But I grasp the sentence.

And I have a theory though I'm quite leery.
If I keep my lines endearing then you just might hear me.