My heart is free, my mind; the prison.
The national state of fear that chokes my insides. Promise me we have kept, kept a one way path. From when light turns to darkness and all of the birds follow close with me. Promise me, we have set sailed as quickly as we've reached land. Just as our arms give out, we prance around like life doesn't matter. Understand this; if I don't ever see you again and Heaven seems like a mile away. I now know why we couldn't be together. All of the trees hang low, there is no sunlight today. The wind has stopped, I am fixed. In a world infested with people, surely I am alone. I wish I could choke silence, but silence can't choke me. My heart burns with flames, although missing the serenity of chaos, won't let me sleep. Even if I have to die alone. A smile escapes because this is all I have left, faith never seemed as real as this. I had to die, to figure that out. Now there are no graves here, just bodies of free souls.
The Second Coming
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Farewell Mariana
A new version of cynical peace sustains the love I have for this place.
I've seen this once before.
This old road that connects at my feet, wraps around my veins.
What a vivid dream this is, to find myself lost again.
Out of breath and the closest thing to death.
All around are vultures in misshaped colors.
Just close your eyes and dream a reality.
Find a piece of history and burn it, where the bones lay.
Hell overflows as creation grows, but love is the undertow we will always surrender too.
I've seen this once before.
This old road that connects at my feet, wraps around my veins.
What a vivid dream this is, to find myself lost again.
Out of breath and the closest thing to death.
All around are vultures in misshaped colors.
Just close your eyes and dream a reality.
Find a piece of history and burn it, where the bones lay.
Hell overflows as creation grows, but love is the undertow we will always surrender too.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
I Am His Hands And Feet
Who will wait for me when I chase out all of my dreams?
Like a shadow lost at night, I will return in the morning.
Quiet is the whisper in the rain.
When Your love hits my skin, I break and I sweat.
Never has a passion soaked a temple like mine and reaches beneath my skin, where it comes to the root of my existence, only to water my heart back to life.
Put out the flames in my veins.
Let the reckless dwell and rest.
As I walk this road before me, a storm ahead.
I see anguish, I see angels, I see devils, I see Him.
All with a hand out wanting to bring me home, or to a cage.
But I know that cage, I've been warned of that cage.
A cup overfilled is your head filled with emotions. Set loose your fears and angry devils. Make way for angels in singing light. We can't build graveyards right before God, when he has been guiding us by light ever since. The birth is beautiful, but only the ones worthy of life, will return to the root of the world as a seed of love.
Like a shadow lost at night, I will return in the morning.
Quiet is the whisper in the rain.
When Your love hits my skin, I break and I sweat.
Never has a passion soaked a temple like mine and reaches beneath my skin, where it comes to the root of my existence, only to water my heart back to life.
Put out the flames in my veins.
Let the reckless dwell and rest.
As I walk this road before me, a storm ahead.
I see anguish, I see angels, I see devils, I see Him.
All with a hand out wanting to bring me home, or to a cage.
But I know that cage, I've been warned of that cage.
A cup overfilled is your head filled with emotions. Set loose your fears and angry devils. Make way for angels in singing light. We can't build graveyards right before God, when he has been guiding us by light ever since. The birth is beautiful, but only the ones worthy of life, will return to the root of the world as a seed of love.
Friday, June 24, 2011
The Meaning
"And I rose out of the garden. The beautiful garden. His light carried out the commands; and on me, His light shined."
These days are torn down, by the sun, by the rain.
My brothers we are nothing but numbers.
Pawns in a world of kings.
Blinded we stand confused and helpless.
Our cries are heard, the sky opens.
We are reborn.
Earth, a mighty vessel of this universe.
Pulsating by our hearts, living off of us.
If we die. The world dies.
Share these treasures with me. Breathe with me.
Drink the water from the purist meadows.
Eat the fruit that is grown right in front of us.
Everything is here for harvesting, what a perfect form of Gods creation.
The treasures we have been lacking to find. Are not silver and gold.
Good men have made money evil. While their riches sour the tongue of the innocent.
This world will be ours.
Human, how magnificent out bodies are developed.
What such beauty that lies within us.
As far as I'm aware, we all look the same.
Except for our faces, inadequately we share the exact same views, different beliefs.
Every body equipped with a soul. Some are rotten, some are bold, some are full of love, others are just cold.
Maybe one day we will awake from this nightmare of a dream.
Unfold our eyes and believe that this world, is just for the time being.
I wont waste a minute of my life when I don't even know if I will be here tomorrow.
Searching for answers and I found Him.
I hope I am not dead when I find the meaning of life.
Time, it's always against us.
These days are torn down, by the sun, by the rain.
My brothers we are nothing but numbers.
Pawns in a world of kings.
Blinded we stand confused and helpless.
Our cries are heard, the sky opens.
We are reborn.
Earth, a mighty vessel of this universe.
Pulsating by our hearts, living off of us.
If we die. The world dies.
Share these treasures with me. Breathe with me.
Drink the water from the purist meadows.
Eat the fruit that is grown right in front of us.
Everything is here for harvesting, what a perfect form of Gods creation.
The treasures we have been lacking to find. Are not silver and gold.
Good men have made money evil. While their riches sour the tongue of the innocent.
This world will be ours.
Human, how magnificent out bodies are developed.
What such beauty that lies within us.
As far as I'm aware, we all look the same.
Except for our faces, inadequately we share the exact same views, different beliefs.
Every body equipped with a soul. Some are rotten, some are bold, some are full of love, others are just cold.
Maybe one day we will awake from this nightmare of a dream.
Unfold our eyes and believe that this world, is just for the time being.
I wont waste a minute of my life when I don't even know if I will be here tomorrow.
Searching for answers and I found Him.
I hope I am not dead when I find the meaning of life.
Time, it's always against us.
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