sacred truths
INVISIBLE SCARS
i dreamed today
a dream of doubt
wide awake i stared
a vision filled my mind
of a finger
and a button
and billions of people
dying
and i wondered
what better way
to destroy the scars
hide the wounds
cause in reality
how can we fix
things most people
dont even know
exist
THE WOUNDED
battered and bleeding
covered in blood
rolling in the dirt
quickly becoming mud
gasping for air
from punctured lungs
writhing in pain
speaking in tongues
another son
died that day
in the arms of our country
buried with our flag
HIDDEN MESSAGE
im staring at these lights again
trying to understand
what they are telling me
they are circling above me
green and red and blue
speaking in tongues
but i know the language
because it is my minds thought
expressed in full
far too broad a thought
to be expressed
but i understand
it is telling me how i breathe
how i think
how i live
but the underlying message
escapes me
tears the truth from me
and breaks it apart
reconstructs it
so that someday
others will understand
i will be a teacher
even if i teach but one
the message will be continued
until one day
it is all that exists
unless the world ends before then
and such a shame that would be
for it is my one purpose
to express harmony
with thoughts
to inhale emotion
so i continue my crusade
to alleviate this burden
someone will understand
or else my life is for naught
LEFT BEHIND
ive been trapped in this body
alone at my temple
desicated by my fears
triumph over these years
youve been listening to my cries
inside of my head
erased by my tears
my own conclusion nears
weve been speaking in your language
outside of our souls
vindicated by your soul , its clear
locked in by our careers
SURREAL
soar into the midnight sky
shimmering with luminescent light
thoughts of past glory
indicate that perhaps another night
these thoughts remain but a story
but in reality never this bright
LIFE IS LIFE
i saw him yesterday
bleeding and hanging
from his cross
i thought to myself
looks like a man to me
and wandered off
and ignored the screams
as i walked through the hills and the forest's
i was amazed by the intricate complexity
of each leaf and branch
and wondered how a man
can claim to be the one true guide to this?
SEVERED MIND (futility)
so this is it
placed here for something
cant take this shit
did i hear the phone ring
can i hear it stop?
and never start
thought i was on top
what happened to my heart?
it was there
and i thought i heard it
but i didn't care
the complacency of it
so what is this
its my world
none of my business
according to the unfurled
please hold my hand
show me the way
you didn't understand
and i never cared anyway
BLOOD LUST
a simple melody
yet so sudden
so violent
even the blind could see
the light raging against the dark
an indefinite battle of souls
a skirmish of blood
crusted over by greed and lust
no spirits pass through here
unless depicted by demons
drawn by men dead for many years
fortunately it is a dream
however it is still a premonition
even the seers are afraid
of the end of existence
in my brain
QUESTION MYSELF:
on a dark night
what stops me
from destroying you
compassion
on a bright morning
what keeps me
from loving you
empathy
on a foggy day
what controls me
from finding you
suspicion
on a dreary afternoon
what slows me
from seeing you
regret
USUAL FIRE
to live is hard
to deal with the stress
ill be with the lord
till he puts me to rest
im not always right
not easy to confess
cant see in the night
that my life is a mess
now ive walked through fire
and dealt with duress
never will retire
till im the last one left
my soul on this page
visible life through my chest
my eyes filled with rage
gone none the less
UNGUIDED
i am insipid
my ways unlearned
intriguing evolution
my theories burned
i am filthy
my ways churned
inspiring thoughts
an evolution yearned
i am ending
my ways unfounded
elliptical spiral
floating in my turn
i am distinguishing
my ways engulfed
a bright shadow
saturating the night
CRIMSON PRISON
i cannot see it but i know its there
i can barely hear it should i care?
its girth i cannot escape
however, its presence i can rape
we have an understanding ,you see
i do what it wants , i can be what i be
i would follow it forever
we will always be together
without it i would die
its fault when i cry
source of all my emotions
uncontrolable like the oceans
will i ever be free?
will i die for being me
can it always be so
i will never know
CRY A LITTLE
it was such a long time ago
when i first felt the need
to breathe lucid thoughts
to help me complete myself
and now bathed in misery
i am what i am meant to be
a shimmering angel of agony
distraught with the fear
of never really being alive
my eyes dried over with blood
my wrists clotted just enough
to make me stay alive
if i wanted this pain
then i wouldn't have to change a thing
i couldn't ever change a thing
the idea in itself, is pure
unadulterated self love
in this existence of hate
and i cant help but smile
when i visualize my fate
RITUALISTIC EXPERIENCE
bright green and festering
this education in infection
place your hand on this crevice
and make the pain go away
dark red and blistering
the simplicity of bleeding
take your hand off of me
and watch me fade away
neon blue and glistening
these instructions in love
take your hand in mine
and let this path take us away
ESCAPE FROM THE SEA
im alone tonight
standing on the sand
walking towards the sea
unaware of being freed
crawling onto the water
bathing in moonlight
singing my love
my voice joined
another entity
created by myself
drowning me
pulling me down
sucking me under
i almost forgot
my need to breathe
lulled into sleep
by the warm embrace
of my life ending
the voice stops
and i awaken
burst through the surface
finally free
DESTROYING PERSPECTIVES
i am swimming in the fear again
naked to your mind
thinking things i never said
doubting my own insight
im slithering on my chest and belly
unaware of threats against me
frolicking in my own demise
feel the dirt upon my skin
lingering in this place
stalking me is my shadow
reminding me where i have been
crawling below expectations
avoiding your watchful eye
despite your warranted suspicions
you watch me glide by unscathed
for you know the real truth
its you who i will save
WHERE THOUGHTS ARE BORN
when i close my eyes i dream
of things i could never truly see
the wind rustling dead leaves
twirling on a cold autumn day
living in my imagination
and in my cold dream
i am the leaf who's days have passed
dancing on the pavement
without a care or worry
perhaps when the lights turn off
things become a little too perfect
when i stare i think things
that couldn't ever be real
drops of purified water
falling fast from a stagnant sky
created by my rebellion
but my drop is as impure as can be
crashing into the ground
with nothing before or behind
perhaps when its all over
things might just be all right
when im awake and alive i know things
that will always be the way they are
bursts of light escape the sun
shooting across the heavens
born of my redemption
but all fire burns hot and deadly
dissipating onto the horizon
without a reason or a willing rhyme
well certainly in this moment
things most likely will be the same