Hiking here and there.
Strange things I've seen.
None more mysterious as
Stairs in the wood.
Have you seen yonder stair?
Such a sight, dare not climb.
Drawn to its strangeness.
Mystery abounds.
Here in the woods.
It should not be.
Straight from a house.
Or so it seems.
Some have seen the other side.
And lived to tell but a few.
Many never return.
Most have trouble.
With horrors unknown.
Broken, sick, and weakened.
Many stay away, some know why.
Tell the new ones this way go.
Time on top is not the same.
Farther it goes, we know not where.
Some are white, some are brown.
No matter the color, touches only the ground.
Makes no sense, these sights of sights.
Stairs in the wood.
Misplaced and strange.
Will ever be an understanding?
Of these flights, just one or two.
Most stay away, stories they lived.
Lost kids too they take.
No mercy these stairs give.
Hardest to see, perils not fake.
Don't assend, strange things do come.
Again, return unscathed only some.
Out of all the weird here in the wood.
None such as these, stairs in the wood.

My hair is thinning
My bones are creaking
I feel the cold breeze hit every vertebrae as I assend into a room.
My bones are more like spikes now.
Jabing everthing I touch.
You must handle me gently.
For the lightest squeeze can bruise me.
When my trouble began i was an insperation.
But now, I dont recognize who i am.

the tricks of this world they take
place without your notice
when they strike its like all your power
your dominion is put to test

i sometimes wonder if God tests his angels
for they r as quiet as shinning bulb
but as strong as lion  

1 soul can make heaven happy
no love is just an inttativity of gratitude
my soul as patient as it is waiting for it to assend it has nver spoken a word
my spirite is under the covernate of thy God
my love is paitiantly waiting for the right time for it to arrise and be natured again

1 soul no love

Only so much illusion
Qualms the confusion
Borne upon
The empty soapbubbles
As they assend into skies
Where placid wlnds
Pretends
To be itself in disguise
While the sun
With deep regret
Desends into darkness
Beyond the edge of it
Which is in denial
As the cause of
Some solar implosion
Night after night
The remnants
Splatter themselves
Upon lucid skies
Immune to the horror
After so many times
No nonsense
Will be tolerated
At this somber time
When the fading light
Drags across
A pervious shroud
That somewhere
Beyond reason
Of  the mortal mind
There
Holds promises
Of superiority
Where the hopes
Of faith beyond
Dreams combined
By tiny pinpoints
Lights that ignites
Autonomous visions
Soon confined
To a Godless decision
Borne upon
Intelligent design
Where  those skies
That once inspired
Now lay mired
In that darkness
Beyond
That edge where.
The sun goes to die
To be born again
rising from the east
Yet there seems
To be no regret
That modern being
Bathed in eternal light
See no GOD in darkness
Those skies that lit faith
Hold less mystery
When faith
Is bound to earth
And only so much illusion
Qualms the confusion
Of those not borne
Away on those
Faith filled soapbubbles
Ascending
To anywhere beyond
The intelligent design
Of manmade darkness
Where
No true light
Is now allowed to shine