The Cycle

I turn away

only to face

the same way

every day

The Moment

The moment is missed

With no second thought

The reality is you lied

You never intended to act

You were content

Where you were

The land was safe

The ground soft

Why leave

Quickly you descended

To your home

Now worried

If you will make it out

The shift of comfort

Turns to torment

You decided

Now you want more

Paralyzed in comfort

You see life move on without you,

The trees grow around you

The ground hardens above you

Your screams absorbed by the wind

You yearn for a seed to fall

To free you from purgatory

to seize your moment once again. 

Awake to Rest

Awake

I sleep

Imagining a time

Where I can be

Free

No worries

No thoughts

No projection

The voice

Engineered

Silent

Muted

To orchestrate

Stars

Chained

By the sun

The release

Blinds

The path

Home

The journey

Strange,

Unyielding\

I follow

Light

To darkness

Alone

Presence

Hides

Listening

I cry

Bones

Don’t dry

Here

Live  

Now

Rest.

. 

A Man Behind The Mask

In bed alone

unable to sleep

a young man’s mind

begins to wander.

Retracing his steps

he is at lost for words

as he reaches a ditch.

A ditch

he has dug all day.

A living grave

full of regrets.

A tombstone

covered in shame,

engraved in pain.

Strength removed

he pretends.

Rejecting fate

he extends.

Grabbing hold his power,

filling the hole.

The young man kneels,

He touches the ground,

feeling the weight of gravity,

he flies,

landing in a position of rest,

his mind begins to drift,

as his mask loses its hold

causing his soul wake.

Look Into My Eyes

“Don’t focus on what is behind you. Ke

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The Purge

The gates of hell open,

spirits casts upon the face of the earth,

fear prevails

as hearts sink into darkness,

words form out of the holes of iniquity,

provoking the masses to turn,

cities burn,

awakening the souls of three witnesses,

the past enslaves the present,

burning the faithful in their hope,

vapors go up,

reaching beyond the clouds

the cries shake heaven,

seeing love enslaved to fear,

the King is moved,

 

in meekness He engages his plan,

 

taking on the onslaught of demons

He reaps,

what was sown,

in darkness

He implants a light,

deep in the hearts,

the eye is sight,

with one blow the demons retreat,

purging the world of fear.

His plan is complete.

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Masked Stillness

Stillness is masked by silence,

the dead awaken and the heart stops,

enslaved by the end,

sin shames,

causing pain to reign within,

nothing swallows the whole,

as the blood drains,

filling the nostrils of the lost,

the mind exalts time,

the watchers move in,

expecting the words to be uttered,

suddenly the end comes,

yet nothing occurs,

like the waves beating against the shore,

the end recedes as the sunrises,

light invades

giving way a new day,

freeing stillness to speak…

Unplugged

Cord less interludes,

the fall

rises from the ashes,

ravishing the ground,

enslaving,

the heart,

turned by a hand,

racing

to no end,

avenues are sold,

glories insured,

this is not the plan,

purposed to soar,

the back stays grounded,

comfort replaces uncertainty

the mind clouded,

the turning

subsets the terminal,

the train derails,

at the plea of strangers,

the stop is unwanted,

but accepted with anger,

emotions are not expressed

they are chosen,

words not confessed

are broken,

the screen dims

the cord unplugged…