Why do I?
Why do I keep shadowing insanity…?
Repeating its redundancy-
Mortgaging my time to Hypothetical Fears.
My Thoughts circle the pools of
imagination, amidst a barren wishland,
Where un-captured dreams roam-
Why can’t they find a home…?
“Why has the eye’s of my hope grown dim?!”
(A Voice is shown like a guiding light emerging from the dark mist speaking)
“Why do you question my Love towards you?
That same love I had, I have, so much so, I brusied a rose to make amends,
An atonement for your Sin.”
“So Your life may begin again.”
“Why do you question?”
“Don’t you believe Me….?”
- As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. “Good teacher,” he asked, “what must I do toinherit eternal life?”
TOO ARMS… TOO ARMS…
I went from survivor to fighter swinging this pen ’til my arms
Went tired striving to follow the pillar of fire burning in my soul cuz
The artifice reality is cold we got sold a lemon when the forbidden
Fruit was given they want you to believe the crumbs given is real
Its official the warrant has been issued calling for the arrest of this
Development I demand this deception to quit or taste the tip of my
Pen in hand balled fist quiver free-writing a command,
“WE THE PEOPLE DEMAND TRUTH”…!
Went from survivor to Prize Fighter wielding a weapon mightier than
Sword words catch fire as paper absorbs My Dreams-
The War rages
The Kiss of Death
I tried to shoulder the load keeping you covered, never exposed,
You chose a narrow vision-
Turn’ed my back to receive the deepest incision..,
Leaving me wounded–
My joy departing out like fluid.
I didn’t think you’d be the one to do it:
Then she licked her lips saying, “I had nothing to do with….”
I wasn’t looking for appreciation,
Just your understanding of the odds I’m face’n
Even that counted for little-
You still drove the dagger deeper with your words of ‘Mass-Destruction’,
Smoother than oil your words of seduction,
You where the one I trusted–
Why is it the one who promised to protect your heart,
IS the first one to offer it up to the dark…?
Be Mastered by LOVE
I’ve gotta get past the clicking point
pull the trigger-
I figure that my thoughts should lead to figures filling arena seats
just to hang on to every word preached,
“Love must be tested and proven”
-Apostle M. Waller,
teach’ed so I noted and quoted-
I believed therefore I spoke it;
by Gods grace my hope rests in a Promise unbreakable,
this belief produced un-feakable Love–
a word proven to be unshakable leading me to Salvation
when I thought I was un-savable.
Love broke the bars releasing my heart out of prison,
by the Grace of Gods divine enablement,
one Word became my Perfect Crisis Management:
If I could get only a moment of quiet
I wouldn’t be in a inner riot
reaching for the steering wheel so I can pilot out of this storm
fallowing Gods Perfect Salvation waiting for paradise to form.
If I could get a moment of quiet,
commanding my fears to be still and silent;
I would spend it seeking wisdom’s key
hoping I’d find it
so I can bind understanding to my heart;
upon this quest I embark, walking swiftly out the dark..!