Friday, June 17, 2011

The Beginning Is So Beautiful

As darkness swept the lands, it is nothing but cold air to breathe.
Silence... are the whispers in the fog of many dying people.
Dying animals. A dying world.
A planet that was once fueled with energy and life.
Producing love into every vessel and vein that was brought to this earth.
Running on healthy souls of laughter and people that cared for each other.
Now shiver into the night, like a dried up apple.
A fruit that is now rotten at the core, tears are the only moisture we feel.

Then a new sun rises...
Only this time the sky is on fire.
The flames are warm they comfort our skin.
Naked we lie.
The skies open up and there is life in the air.
And all the angels are riding down the clouds on horses.
The White Horse and The Rider.
An angel landed and dug a grave. Blossomed a seed into mother earth.
Held my hand and a smile escaped.
Then the other angels landed around the other naked souls.
A glowing white light hovered over the earth.
I've never seen anything like it.
Comfort is here, love is there. No more death, no more pain.
Then tears fell from lifeless eyes because we have found beauty in such a cold dark place.

And like we thought nothing would happen. Joy struck the earth.
He rose from the gardens of which were pulling at the roots.
Believe in Him for there is no one like Him. Grace stains his heart with love.
And He bled all over me. I love Him more than I love myself.
He raises his voice to me...
"The ending is here and the beginning is so beautiful."

Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Wolf, The Sheep, The Lion (the demon, the coward, the faithful)

Crucify me, bathe me.
Lord, forgive me for all of the sins I have committed.
The biggest regret continues on.
I should have done right when I noticed the wrong.
Never do I want to look into the mirror and see The Wolf starring at me.
I shouldn't have kept the blade so close to me.
Put down the war, set free your battles. The gift of living is worth more than any gem.
Increase our existence.
The noose is cut.
We decide if we drown, or walk the land.
This ship is going down. Have faith.
O'Lord, raise me with your right hand so I may carryout your final commands.

Friday, June 10, 2011

After Death (there's life)

Pass by my grave with a heart of hope.
An anchor full of love, this is life that we give.
Where the reaper stands, there is life surely after him.
The judgment is the alliance that stands between you and God, a bottomless pit is below your feet.
We raise our hands to the sky, our heads lift high, follow us on this road of faith.

I assure you that no hands of faith have touched my skin, or bare my cry.
No fields of gold, or wings of hope have guided me along this faithless road.
But I have found my way. I have guided myself.
I used the most precious gift my God has given me to find him.
I held my heart in my hands with flames of gold, dripping with blood.
It was my light that lead the way. When I thought I was looking for light at the end of the tunnel.
It was I that held the light for others too see.
When I thought I was searching for salvation.
Others were searching to get closer to me.
It took me many years to meet an angel on this cold hearted planet.
But now I leave without question. If I fall... I fall with every strength of hope.
If I die today, let it be known. I came from nothing, I was born in a cage.
The nightmares of my dreams were real, the faces of evil lingered behind me in the shadows.

But I found my way through a dark place, I stand here today truthfully unafraid. The strength in me is much stronger than you will ever know. Walk with me so I may share his glory with you. I found my grace in the light of Gods face. And his words are carved on my body. I bleed eternally with rivers of love that could redeem this seed into a magnificent heaven for His people.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Eternal Love (the fragments of war)

We have started this again, a path away from home.
How quiet your voice gets when I hold your face in my hands.
Your whispers turn to silence, please don't do this again.
I'll collect your tears, in hope to build a brand new planet.

We need to stop and breathe before we continue the mistake.
I know how afraid you are when the ship is sinking.
But please pick up the rosary and hold onto your faith.
Together we are, an army of love.

A quiet gift from under the wing.
Your tears they fall down your face and the blood is washed up from the waves.
We can hold our lives, as we feel our hearts shake.
The walls, they cave in, the floor boards, they break in.
We can continue to sink, to the bottomless pit. But a light remains at the surface.

Please grab my hand, I loved you more than myself.
Hold onto the remains of our love and believe in faith, it will keep you safe.
Where ever you go, I wont be far away.
You wont ever see me unless you visit my grave, at the bottomless pit is where I stay.

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Lion And The Soul (the final path)

I was manufactured to self-destruct.
Is this the end of the beginning or are we just losing Him?
Is this the start of our lives or are we just using Him?
Some things can wait.
Maybe the hands of the clocks have been pointing in the same direction all along.
Maybe the sun wraps around the earth from North to South.
Honestly I've been feeling sick and tired.
Its not the sharks that poison the water, or the vultures that poison the air.
Its the disease in my blood stream that unmotivated me to cure the power of evil.
Don't forget your friends, don't forget your family.
Its easy enough to feel the warmth of Satan's breath.
What pride is this? Your burning the flag fighting the war.
Your hands are cold, you have been left out in the dark for so long.
Take my warmth and obtain my love.
Don't be afraid, please don't be afraid to be loved by His grace.
We will remember you, we will always remember you.

And this may be the lives we took.
Hung over the edge that ended our faith.
But this is much more than you and I.
"A servant is not greater than his master."
Raise your hands to the sky.
Look up to where there is life.
We are waiting for you, we are all waiting for you.
Put down your weapons, you have done enough.
Bleed out your blood and let it soak the earth, water the dead back to life.
Grace has sustained my soul and to whatever death there is.
I assure you, life is much more worth promising if we just protected love.
In a sky made of heaven, a temple of angels, always look up, the world you stand on is surely burning, please don't give up, this is only just the beginning, the beginning to whatever end, I won't give up on you, always believe in Me.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Last Stop (babylon)

POWER

This town is built of energy from all the rotten hearts.
The gears turn as the vessels pump air of the poor into their lungs.
Many have found themselves to be as tall as shadows only to feel like ghosts.
What a perfect settlement this could be, just wash your own blood away.
Don't bring life, bring only death.
The only ones that survive are the ones that ran out of breath.


Greed

Welcome son, your name is our time well spent.
Here the stars reign diamonds.
Glitter of the reflection makes a note of things,
it doesn't matter how far you walk but how much you carry.
You can drown in happiness if you buy your way through it.
We are a country within a country, we are anywhere and everywhere like the tide.
We move right past the Sorrow, as we watch them die inside.


Wealth

Here it is, life at its best.
Smiles stretch on for miles at a table filled with guests.
The resting place is relaxing, with a cat nap in a lovely attire.
Peace that has been bought to block out the violence.
Aggression in loneliness, God doesn't matter.
This God has been bought so many times Hes finally asleep.
This way this day comes, follow the road back home.
Life hangs nervously around this bar.
If the earth is bleeding you went too far.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

End Of Atlas (start of compass)

This ship is sinking, the last of us.
The horizon is too far out of reach but I swear it is only the start.
How depressing is this, we fall to our knees as if faith never existed.

Choking on the swine as salt fills my lungs.
I can't feel the bottom like I cant feel my hands.
I'm treading water like a minnow surrounded by sharks.
The waves crash into me, I know this is the end. I know I am done.
Undone in an ocean of invisible monsters, I can't see them but I know they are there.
I drift away into sea, along at last the suns rays embrace my face over the horizon.
It casts shadows through the clouds.
A signature of the faze has ended the final chapter of my life.
Doves sparkle the sky as gratitude sways them.
I am undone.

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze."

1 Timothy 4

"Now the Holy Spirit tells us clearly that in the last times some will turn away from the true faith; they will follow deceptive spirits and teachings that come from demons."