If I Go To Hell

If I go to hell would you defy God his soul?

Your an angel and I'm sinner who can't atone.

I've made so many mistakes, I met you to late,

And I fear an eternity separated awaits.

God And All Which He Has Made

Imagine a place God rules instead of man,

I have found it and all it’s beauty.

Imagine where being humble is virtue,

I have found it and all it’s honesty.

Imagine a home where passion is king,

I have found it and all it’s transparency.

Imagine that forever seems short,

I have found her and all her perfection.

There's A Storm Outside

As the rain battered the glass window

he laid in the bed he made.

Twilight approached and his worries fade.

Thunder rattled the sky and eased his mind.

He was safe from all that was outside

As the rain battered the glass window.

Tired and exhausted he fell to the mattress.

His mess surrounded him in a beautiful clusterfuck, as

he laid in the bed he made.

“No more caring.” he thought as his eyelids dropped.

“This will be the start of new chapter.” when

Twilight approached and his worries fade.

1,000 Lives

He has a childlike mind, naive heart, and timid, insecure nature.

Nearly passive and so fragile he’s basically screaming to be broken.

He has a cold soul, callus hands, and logical, strategic thoughts.

Unapologetic with no shame, careless, he cannot be tore down.

He’s lived a thousand lives and has killed himself each time.

Only to be reborn different, not stronger or weak, just different. 

He’s refuses to balance, he soaks in the environment and adapts.

Becomes what is required, not who he is and now he’s forgot his own name.

Who is he? Who am I?

What does he want? What do I want?

I Hate My Job

No space to breathe,
Three walls closing in.
Computer screen, no window.
Light bulbs, no sun.

I'm not meant to spend my time like this.

Dreams Are Rationed

I circle around the block in search of understanding and truth

Instead all that I find is abandonment and lost children

A bulk of lies and fraud with bright dreams and false hopes

Rationed opportunities and souls plagues by the hunger for more

Hungry

I am human. No more, no less.

So how can I be held lower than others

Or how can I be held higher than others?

With no God, who can judge me except myself?

Influenced by what most would call greed,

But isn’t it possible that I call it ambition?

Determination with a will that cannot be broken?

And motivated by my failures and persecution?

Hungry and I have yet to be satisfied.