Earthly Sadness

               The earth mourns with us as death right splits us with lightning like sadness that knocks our hearts right out of our chests in a thunderous opaque explosion.
                To see a grown man cry is almost as if nature has committed a crime like when the sky strikes a cedar cracking it right down to its pride.
                It´s a hard thing to learn that even nature has weakness and as sure as oceans have beaches there are limits to our strength. It´s hard to accept that even life has its length.

                

              So just like when the heavens cry right over us and we run and hide under some make-shift shelter when life up and dies taking us all by the most unfair mortal surprise we once again don´t know if to run or sit or simply just stand and be wet.
                It´s a hard realization that we simply don´t know just how much life we get. No one knows just where their margins have been set.

              
                   Just as every storm has its goals to be met, I hope my life can say the same as I fade away into the sunset. 

Misery Loves Company

               Back and forth you go each day between crippling fear and saving grace. Back and forth in sickening sway trying to side with what makes you feel safe.
                It´s troubling how you´re willing to take someone´s grace just in order to secure your own place, and even more troubling how you´re willing to give up faith just in order to fill some manly mandate.

                
                Can someone help me understand just exactly what´s taking place? I never did get if this was caused by subtle bewitching or self-loathing hate. How and why do you claim to be wise with your eyes oh so very full of despise? Are you even aware of what your price implies? Because it would seem that you yourself only pay with lies. You can´t even keep the same rules you seek to destroy everyone else with.
                Maybe it´s not intentional and I know we´re unconventional, but that´s no excuse to try and change us which deep down is actually an effort to cage us. What you´ve wanted from the beginning simply was to enslave us.
                Yet honestly nobody wants to be the company to your misery. 

Fall of the Kiskadee

There once was a bird never meant to be caged –
A marvelous creature beyond beautifully made
Made with colors so amazing it would seem palace decoration,
Yet with fight comparable to warrior determination.
Her song so beautiful that it serenated kings,
Yet she held enough strength to ignite fire with her wings.

While tying her down is nothing near an impossible feat,
Caging in beauty is an undeniable atrocity.
What once was pleasing becomes rather beastly.
The strength that lifted her beauty to soar
Becomes the voice in which her hopelessness roars.

Slowly but surely, her song fades into the floor,
And all the colors lose their allure.
No longer does she even fight against the cage door –
Once envied by kings and now pitied by the poor.

Heroes Die

I want to be just as Thee, storming with power in a raging sea.
Taking on hell and Hades with the roaring fire I´ve seen You making.
Let them tremble at our feet just as they tremble when You speak.
They must learn to fear the weak for we were transformed in lightening streaks.

Yet Hades is fought down in hell – a match with death you´d never live to tell.
Clean each other´s trembling feet and listen to Me as I speak.
Bravery is on the coward´s lips and he dies because of it. Try not to speak so much, but just try to live as such.

Bravery is more than the craze of power, but is knowing to accept your own humbling hour.

If you want to be just as Me you must try on My death in order to have authority.

Anthem of the Preacher´s Son

              “Vanity of vanities,” says the son of the preacher man; he said “yes” to everything and not once took a stand.

              

               Never again was such haste taken in simply just wasting away – life as loved under sun scorched haze. A life of searching for one´s own way.
                Searching for the beat of one´s own drum – the beat of the heart that beat his mind numb. Adding up everything to find a poorly given sum.

              

                 Everything and nothing all at one time; everything he looked for with nothing to find. The very feeling of being alive strangely enough killed his mind, the very guarantee of death over time. Slowly but surely being eaten by lies.

                
                   Now all is said and finally done and we come to find that the preacher has won, for it may be that all is vanity, but that which we need can only be found beyond the sun.

King´s Kids

                Sometimes I feel like this is the best way that I could spend my days if only it could last for always. I´m willing to pay to do this forever.
                I see the children of the King as if they were mine to up bring and I would die happy doing that one very thing.
              Spending everything to give them my best even if it takes away a few years rest – I know that doing this I´ll have no regrets.

                

                 You see, all my dreams can be summed into one – that they can walk farther than I could ever run. I feel like they´re the reason I am what I´ve become. 

Bucket Wish

I never thought I´d write like this.
I never thought I´d fight like this.
I never thought I´d actually want to open up my eyes like this.

Have you ever had a dying wish?
What is at the end of your list?
What do you lie in bed regretting that you never did?

I don´t want to be that scared little kid, nor be an elder well hid.
I want to be someone who´s free
and soars through the air like the great kiskadee.
I want to be the person that hides away in my dreams.

Have you ever closed your eyes and been challenged by what you see?