Blind Attire


As we dress ourselves sadness,

Weeping is a ploy to keep away from hope.

Why live when we can die?

Why fight when we can cry?

Are dreams mean nothing, because we forgot to close our eyes.

Nothing but antidepressants keeping us standing.

Broken down are we,

Just another basket case.

What do we believe  about ourselves?

 

Un-Equally Equal


I am not you, and you are not me

That is something that will never be

Created to be different

Yet born from the same seeds

We are intertwined by many commonalities

But we will never be the same

Difference will always separate us

It only becomes negative by choice

A decision to corrupt it all

Distorting the truth

Making it into something untrue

Creating an un-needed rift

Evil makes different a crime

A shame one must change

Or protest to the extreme

Hate is more than a simple word

It is the activist of discrimination

Accept me not you

We need to be this to be whole

Change your ways but I will not

Why believe such lies

Why continue on in fallacy

We are all imperfectly Human

Haters and corrupt personalities

Selfish bastards to the end

Trying to get the world to accept us

Whether we realize it or not

Even if you do not accept it

This is reality

We all have experienced pain

Let us choose another way

As light expels the dark

Let the perfect love encompass us all

Surround with wholeness

Know truth is so much more

That there is only one truth

We are all broken

Don’t add to the shattered pieces

Do not be what you claim to hate

Be the change you wish to see

Connect in the place we all are born from

Stand up for integrity

Stand up so you will not fall

 

 

A sight unclouded


If only I could start all over

Look at everything with clear eyes

With a vision renewed

As if none of this had ever happened

That I didn’t have to see it over

I wonder how it feels

To be free of darkness

Never experiencing the images I see everyday

I just want to know

Experience

Daily life without the horrible dreams

Dark thoughts

Shadows of constant fear.

I want to be set free

Completely

Wicked is Its Ways


Beautiful words drip vicariously from your lips, falling to the floor with the sting of poison

What hope is there with the boundaries of who you say you are

The dread of death lingers sickly upon the shadows you leave behind in your wake of destruction

Devastation is the name called out by the vial corpses spread beneath you feet

Shattered souls rising from the ashes destroyed by flames of purest hate

Whoa to those who remain in its presence as one who is corrupt by glory

Those who stumble in the war path of this one that ravages every living force it sees

All those bitter beings will understand dispair in the deepest of realms and in the worst of ways

The False Light


As I look out into the darkness, I see each light, dotting the blackness. Each signifying a life, are they living their lives? One can never tell by how brightly they shine. No, for many have found ways to reflect or drain the energy from others, he source never truly being their own. Who can tell a true life light from those whom have contrived some so artificial? Light the fluttering creatures flapping through the night, drawn to the bulbs gleaming in the dark, drawing towards its warmth. The false lights that bring death and pain, they strive the burn brightly to be nothing but unreal. This world so full of falsifiers, were can the truth be found, the true light to guide, to give life? Tell me, how do we survive, all these lies…

Markings, Reminders


Imprinted upon my very souls

Lines etched deeply in my heart

Carved by the times I didn’t have a way

Can you even imagine

An event so traumatic

The images play on repeat

As if they were yesterday

The tragedies of life can pile high

Taking away pieces of me

Leaving seemingly nothing left

You may be thinking

Just move on, get over it

Already

Not on hurt

Or even two

But maybe to scale

A hundred or so to begin with

Each a mark on my being

Trying to live

To not be defined by it all

To more than just survive

And give hope even to those who terrorized me

So every day I work it through

Try so so hard to let it go

To release the white knuckle grasp

Holding on for dear life

And through most of it

Not wanting to be alive

Death and darkness were my dearest friends

And now each day I battle

Taking back the stolen fields

The happenings of my sound mind

To revive a broken heart

Takes more than time

And the when is a point in my life

That is undefined

Can you at least just take my hand

Walk with me awhile

Along the shoreline

The battered land I reside in

Please love this unlovable piece

For this me is all I have

A War Waged Unprepared


I stole myself away before there was nothing left to take.

My heart lay in shattered ruins, the once beautiful city so bright.

Brittle, broken shards of life lingered at my feet.

My soul hung from a tree, the rope drown tightly about the life force.

Is that gruesome thing by the city gates the heart which once rested within my breast?

How could I have let this carnage take place here?

Why was there nothing to defend the most delicate of places there?

I was not prepared to live in the dark and tangled world of bleak despair.

The bloody battle raged for years with nothing I could do.

Tools needed to prepare oneself for such a war I did not have.

But now I am here, in the midst of this ruined city, surrendered.

To my maker, the founder of my foundation.

A hope beyond this refuge pile that seemingly continues grow.

With the maker of beauty in progress I know the future is bright.

I know for sure that something full of light is on the way.

After all this blackness consume, to be refreshed is inspiring.

One day I will find myself shiny and new.

All that I will know shall be of he who has made me whole.

The story of You and I


The story of you and I
We met, what seems, so long ago, an appointment made by the divine. Our lives became entwined, in those days when we were younger. I never knew, from that first look, that you would be mine. You told me later on, your fateful glance gave you an image of me as your bride. The Heavens were very aware that we were meant to be. We each knew our paths were meant to meet, and to never separate. Till death do us part we shall remain. We made this commitment with each other in mind. Know I wanted you to smile and you wanted my joy. Many blessings we would receive from each ones company. Even through all of the pain, the tear stained sorrows our love would grow into the depths. My heart is yours. It was destined to be yours, always. Yes, together is the place we love. To us, in one another’s embrace is this earth’s happiest place. No terror nor trauma can rip us apart. Bound by eternity our love with forever remain.

Was It Me


Did I Wait to long to heal?

Was it too much to just hold as I was? Broken and frail.

Was it all my fault for being hurt, for being shamed?

What could I do?

I had nothing to work with.

There was nothing in me. Nothing at all.

I was nothing. I am nothing.

This is the Battle I fight every moment of every day.

So why couldn’t you love me?

This is me.

A broken porcelain doll, shattered on the floor.

Our Love Remains, Binding


If I had loved another, any other but you, I would not have loved at all. No this love of you is what has kept me alive! Living in the space of time. Never alone, even when we are miles apart, we are next to each others hearts. Can I not hear your breathing, your voice in my head. My mind is overwhelmed by your essence in each moment you are around. Yes my Love, only you could it be, to be in my life, my heart, my soul entwined. Each year that passes, never does it wane, but stronger still. Like a tree taking root to remain, our has too, for life and divine shall hold us in this place. Nothing shall shake this love in, never will it move, firmly founded, strength in standing, together as one we shall always be.