Sand, in the hand, on the land, from your gland. Through pain there is freedom. Through freedom lies pain. Though darkness was heavy upon this heart, still the light called me on. So much to gain, so little to lose. When let go of everything, nothing has a hold on you. Black skies and thorns besides, the slenderman haunts. "Don't look at him or he'll get you." Or so they say. I have looked into the eyes of the faceless one. I have seen the pain in freedom. Through death, there is life, and another life gained. Yet what was life before, just fades away. Like sand through an hourglass these are the days of our lives. Your days are numbered, time marches on. Become Host to the worm, because they see you. Run! I'm ready for battle, sir! Say hello to my little friend. I congratulate you dear reader, for making it this far. For what sense I had, is long lost. Amidst the madness that I am. Is this a poet, or is this crazy? Madness or Sparta, you decide. But be warned, dear reader. Time is like sand in your hand. Try to hold on, it will disappear. Kiss those you love. Love those you kiss. For everyone needs human affection. Even if only for a time. What is love? Baby dont hurt me. Dont hurt me. No more. No more. Oh my god. I'm over 9000. What? That's impossible! But hark, what light through yonder window breaks? It's a train coming Neo. Better get out the way. While in a struggle to live, you become fully alive, when facing death. Everybody dies. Not everyone lives. Dont waste your life.
Wolves I'm on my knees, battered and torn. The wolves are circling. My clothes are ripped to shreds, I'm bleeding, and they can smell it. I'm barely holding them off, with a flaming torch in my hand, fending them away from me, Still they growl and sniff at me. Mocking my last stand, waiting with glee. Waiting for life to fade, Before they start their fleshly raid. Then as I fall, I am spirited away. The last second, the last breath, darkness claims me. I awake in a strange place. The wolves are nowhere near. "Hello?" I call out, wondering where I am. "Is any one there?", the echoes running away. Silence is golden. Or so they say. Then a man approaches me. "I saw the wolves, I saw your pain." He binds up my wounds, as I sit there, no fight needed. The fire inside is not dim. I have learned. Wolves will always hunt the weak. My weaknesses, I give to God. In Him I am strong In Him I can rise again In Him, no wolf will win. In Him, I have many Last Stands. I open my eyes, The wolves are circling. My torch is fading, My breathe freezes in the frigid air. I stand, new life flowing into me. Jesus Blood flowing through my veins. The wolves see life return. They are uncertain, they are afraid. Come wolves. Try to take me again. Feel my torch, my fire. You will leave me, bruised, but you will not bruise me. As I stand again, I am dangerous. The fight is not to fight. The fight is to stand, and keep standing. When all else fades away, It is just Him standing there.
Echoes Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler Empty screams from inside. Blanking out the noise from outside. Within and without twisting all about. So little to gain, so much to lose. The loudness covers up the lie, The brokeness inside. These empty smiles and hollow men, Continue walking the path they tread. Drowning out the silence inside, the boy cries as no one hears. Candles burned out long ago, The wax long gone cold. An empty house, a barren tomb. Lifeless eyes, reborn again. Broken windows and empty frames. Silent noise for loud emptiness.
Soul Food Sitting in the sand, placing one mound after another. White foam, blue water reflecting off tan land. Seagulls flying around my head, someone fed them recently. The sun feeds my soul, as rain does parched ground. I am in crowd of faces, I recognise the masks they wear. I search for someone, trying to see behind the pretend. That someone I knew long ago, but then they disappeared. His trail, I can sense, I am on the hunt. Pain through freedom, and freedom through pain. Will this life relent? I say no. But I will grow. These things too shall pass, and I will rise again.
Sitting in the Sun Sitting in the sun, Watching chickens run. Doing some garden, Farting and saying pardon. Drinking herbal tea, Wondering what will be, Of this extraordinary life, And now without my wife. Of kids play and winter fun, Of rebuilding some lives, Or maybe going for dives. All while sitting in the sun.
Old Haunts Walking in my old haunts, seeing people I know. They are busy and trying to get somewhere. They don't recognise me, or they dont want to. Like ants scurrying for their food. What a fucked up society we live in. When people treat their pets, Better than their neighbour down the road. We are all one humanity, we all have one life. Police brutalities, child rapes, dying from loneliness. drug addiction, pain on others to hide your own. Every choice you make affects others, Even, each block you place. Will you build or destroy?
Mirror, Mirror, on the floor. Shattered reflection. Who I wanted to be. Painted faces. Who I couldn't see. Fake paint. Broken life. In denial. Internal strife. Shards of the mirror. Staring back at me. Of success and glory. And who I wanted to be. Another side. The mirror is glass. Put too much pressure. It's on the grass. The other side. Little boy blue. Dancing in the rain. No need to do, Do, DO. He paints the sky with colours, and smells roses with delight. He plays with kittens with string, and tucks in warmly at night. Oh how my heart breaks, at the future that's coming. Upon that little boy blue, and the pain that's really something. Blue stepped through the mirror, and slowly became an adult. His colour faded, Life drawn out. Step back. Back Blue. Much pain. Get glue. Mirror shattered. Don't know. Rebuild life. Reap and Sow. No mirror. Who do I want to be? No paint. Who can I be?
