Become dead in your dreadful soul! You who have nothing to do but wallow in chaotic sorrow. Years and years of impending doom, absent of life, Absent-minded of the legacy you so longed to cherish. Passing by is the time to fly, spread your feathered limbs, And take flight. Not too high, but with other birds you may soar, Fly now or never more. Make it known that you have been discrete, In your inaccessible world of complacency. Or just retreat, return to your pity and try to sleep. In the all...

Become dead in your dreadful soul! Is there nothing better than wallowing in chaotic sorrow? Years and years, absent of life, absent of light, absent-minded of your blessings you so longed to cherish. Passing by is the time to fly, spread your feathered limbs, and take flight. Not too high, but with other birds you may soar, fly now or never more. Make it known that you are distinct, in this dark world of complacency. Or just retreat, return to your pity and try to sleep. In the alleys of you...

His pain is only a memory; The sorrow has all but abandoned me. Out of the darkness my cold heart shines, The living ones around will all but subside. I have nowhere to be but everywhere, I have no obligations but to be fair. Can one subdue the letters that spell obsession? Only by the sacred art of subtle expression.

Sorrow and happiness share me I see that both have their moments The force that parts them hold it's anonymity The reason for this momentary confusion makes no sense My thoughts have no value here Only the fact that here I exist The love I so long to cherish is near The life in front of me is a mist I can feel the light as it draws near Letting go of my desires bring fear Letting go results in falling deeper in the flow of life Here I stand, staring into the fog covered ocean This harmonious ...

Some how, I go on. Feeling my way through this haze bomb smoke created by the explosion of my soul. Cautiously aware of only myself, I stumble into people with the kind presence that seems to emanate an air of serenity and compassion. Just around every corner I turn, there lies a manifestation of prior lessons learned, revealing even more truth about the man I currently am. Those corners are essentially the forks in the road of my recovery. Choices never cease to present themselves, therefore...

It's not a slip of the tongue that reveals my intention, Instead, it's something beyond the grasp of my imagination. Breaking the unbecoming morality of my nonessential being, I am submitted to a spiritual extraction of self-destructing behaviors. Then I'm left staring at the bare, yet readily available feelings, Feelings waiting impatiently to pierce out from within the skin of my soul. Resisting the impulse to die I endure the pain of emotional swelling, Determined to rest in God's heart wh...

I'm going to watch you, Look down upon you. Resting high upon my perch of pain, I realign the stars, With a cold and desperate face, To set you apart. There is no beauty to be named, None to be set apart. Only the demons perfectly arranged, In the corners of my mind. Disrupting all that is mine. The battle behind the battle. I fight to protect myself, From getting completely dismantled, Broken, beaten and left for dead. My soul is heavy, My spirit has faded. Along came a flower, Full of bitte...