The moment was perfect

My exhale trembled
As buried bliss caught up with me

My eyes drifted shut
As my body surrendered
To the rush of euphoria

The corners of my mouth climbed
Escaping the rising intensity
Of my heart, now rescued
From a life spent ignored

Soon the sensation
Grew past my whole body
Towards the ancient realm of
Stars and planets stretching to form
The eternal embrace of the unknown

At long last, my love
Could be felt with clarity
A thousand times over
With miraculous vibes
Pouring through my spine
And unwinding the pressure

Now is the moment
For once it begins
It stretches its arms through
The tunnels of fate
To grasp your life tightly
And grasp my life tightly
To help us all breathe...............

........and once it peaks......

......I know what I need................

.....for it was this moment that planted the seed.

on certian serendipitous days
I gather a glance through a golden window
of the tantalizing truth

THE ONLY REALITY IS THE ONE WE CREATE

elusively it avoids my grasp
flashing through my frantic fingers
realizing revalation I resolve

to let it land on my soul like a butterfly

A sword beaten by steel hammers and forged in the fire. The arrow thats pulled back before it is sent into the whiles. A collection of hardship and reprove to understand a time.

Where as demons and angels influence all but stagger a man's walk on a thin wire.
A breathe of resiliance and stubborn heart thats entitled to what He think's he deserves until He knows the truth and his speech is soured.

Egregious revalation to what he has done. He has offended the Creator. He has crucified His son. A confession is made and the war is won but the battle for submission is nearly but one.

A sanctification is initiated and a process is begun. This man's action's and word's are revealed by the sun.
The work that takes place is a tedious and time consuming one but the man's character is revealed to himself and to everyone.

He stuggles to find himself and align himself in the will of God. He yearn's for purpose and does'nt see that each moment is purpose that each exchange matter's. Everything is considered in everything he does.

God enables his obediance when God is often sought. This man comes to find that more often it is not. It is a miracle and blessing he has made it this far. More mercy has been offered than one might oblige. More forgiveness and patience. It is a miracle this man has not died.

Our protagonist finally makes it to the frontline. Where he is not perfect but God's will is pursued. This man speak's out and into open air. Where devils and vipers gather like moths to a flare. They come one by one. Collecting like froth on a stagnant bank. They come to hear this man speak but they're heart's are anything but blank.

His words shoot like arrow's never missing thier mark. He uses The Word as a sword slashing every falsehood, piercing every heart.

He continues through the day into evening's dark. There is but one that stayed. There is but one man among them that get's a new start. So the cycle is transfered but the job is not done. The wars is won but the battle is not just one.

-RSC

i know the pieces fit together
looking for the answers
but who's to blame

rediscover complacations
i watch the entertainment
second guessing is all i see

i know the computations
i revel in revalation
is it close to the end

**** these ******* wars
**** these ******* killings
**** these ******* greedy people
**** these ******* politocal games

**** this  ******* government control
**** this ******* population control
**** this ******* anger
**** this ******* hate

what does it mattes
do the pieces fit together
in this life of terror

I am a burning light in the darkness
In a world full of misery and hate
I am tidy in a world made of mess
I am a seasick lamp stuck in a crate

You are a car with a tire overblown
You are a nice pancake crisp to the touch
In contrast to everything you've shown
I aspire to feel your silky soft touch

We will be the worlds new revalation
We will be the wind that shakes the palm trees
We will be the rare in the uncommon
We can be the beloved summer breeze

Many a man feeling down in the dirt
Cannot compare to the blood on their shirt