Restored

Splintered, broken, beaten and bruised

The life I'm living is just a rouse

shamed, disgraced and left alone

Felling like nowhere to call my home

Cut-down frowned on, disregarded

They cannot stop what has now been started

Picked up, cleaned off, life renewed

The light I have found is loving and true

Focused, grateful, life restarted

My vision of the world no longer constricted

passion, determined, known direction

The plan in my life has now been actioned

Against the Grain

Against all odds the single soldier stands, sword drawn weapon in hand

The enemy circles in clusters of hate, stopping the warrior from reaching the Gate

He strives forward this mighty man, He needs to succeed for the light to expand

The fight is brutal long and gruelling, with a valiant heart He wont be failing

The mass lashes out with whips and chains, as He retorts with equalled pain

Step by step He creeps forward, slaying His foes with heavy remorse

Death and destruction is not His agenda, for in His heart He is mild and tender

Collateral damage are the bodies that lay, like a swing His conscious sways

Doubts of weather His quest is true, the guarded gate He must break through

To find the answers He pursues, this struggle first He must conclude

Meters away His will starts to fade, the weight of His enemy is to much to take

Striking out with His trusty sword, breaking loose of the miserable horde

Through the gates He launches himself, breathing heavily regaining His health

Held at bay the enemy waits, not able to push through the gates

Warmth and comfort His embrace, preparing Himself for new challenges to face

The battle He won the war still continues, but with hope instilled defeat is no longer and excuse

So the proud soldier rises and stands, His mighty weapon shimmering in hand.

The Twilight Attack

Anguished and alone, burning the ceiling with my endless gaze

I lay thinking of what was,

What could be

And all that will not.

The passion’s I’ve given up on, opportunity’s seeped through my grasp

The dreams I’ve failed to fulfil, discarded

My mind races with fresh thoughts,

Of how I could change my past, how to right my wrongs, oh hindsight how I loath you

Unfruitful I lay, along in anguish,

Trying to break free my mind of the now,

Over the misery of the day,

Worrying what the next will bring.

The darkness sets in,

Tossing and turning,

An eruption of new doubts,

Uncertainty kisses my brow.

I cry for help, for forgiveness, for love

For peace to wash over me

I stand against the lies and half truths

I brace myself for the onslaught of misery and doubt

Armed with wisdom and mercy, His battle cry is heard

To my side he charges with a fire in his eyes

Truth he yells into my life, concert reinforcements against the barrage.

Love and acceptance he whispers into my life, peace soon follows

I try to visualize peace, the word my sound mind

Try to cast away the confliction, dwell on he who is good

Weariness washes over me, comfort and love my embrace

My eyes begin to falter.

Relief will comes with the slumber,

Wiping my slate clean, making my spirit like new.

In the dawn a new I will rise, the day to come I will survive

Only for the onslaught to start again before I lay down to sleep.

Underneath

Loneliness eats away at my soul

Over and over again I ponder on the worldly

Never to find the solution

Every day the same, robotic routine

Living a safe life, never taking risks

Inventing new reasons to make myself believe the lies

Nobody care, nobody wants you, why would they

Endless arguments of self worth

Systematically eroding my own sanity

Silently destroying my will, my passion, My life

The Storm Within

Every day i battle with unjust unrighteous anger

My heart blackening with each disaster.

I mutter under my breath, Curse in my head

not for the those to hear but for my heart instead

On this dark heavy hate i stew,

The corruption digs deep to hold and to brew,

Within the subterranean of my soul i know,

This unforgiving rage i must not bestow,

But Traits of love, patient and self-control.

I plead for some help, alone i will concede to them

Lord give me your strength, the peace, the wisdom

The Anger i need is that against lies

Against deceit that try's to hide

To Transform the repulsive thoughts of hate,

For if i fall, through them will come an ill fate.

Caleb's Psalm

How can one struggle to survive when all he sees is truth?

Through the lies and deceit of the world,

when every lie can be seen through as easily as glass.

Yet the air is so dense one can hardly move,

how can he breath?

Knowing that all he breaths is lies.

How can a light been seen when all eyes are closed!

How can the truth be heard when ears are deafened with the garbage of this world?

How can a good man stand up when the weight of sin hammers his very chest?

When the temptations rise above his head,

when the pain surrounding him floods into his veins?

When all he can see is truth, how shall he know where to turn?

If truth is light but that very light, that truth, is void?

How shall he find his way when there is no truth to be found?

Where shall he put his foot if he cannot see the ground?

How can he reach the lost when the lost are surrounded in the dark pit of their own doing?

When a good man gazes into the starry sky he sees glimmers of hope and tears of compassionate love fill his eyes.

And yet when the same man looks forward there is never ending darkness. How can a man live! When the only light to be found is within!

Light is truth, but darkness lies all around – how far can one’s light stand?

Is it enough to have one light in a sea of black?

Where are the other lights?

How can a man stand alone in a sea of lies gasping for truth?

When a Strong mans light falters and falls where is his fuel?

Must he lie on the ground looking up, hoping for a star to come close enough to re-ignite him?

As the clouds start to gather, how can a good man Scream for help?

When the lies of those he looks to comes rushing into his lungs? Is there no one to help him?

Are there no other lights amongst the dark?

WAKE UP

push the lies out from in you give the Fire something to feed on,

block your ears form the vomit of the media,

open your eyes to the truth search for the lonely light laying on the ground and offer him your help.

OPEN your eyes to the lies of the world!

One mortal man cannot withstand the weight of the broken hearted!

Help him bear his load!

He’s begging for you searching in the swamp of night!

Find the truth!

Dreamers Vista

Swirling masses of disarray, Spiralling and merging into chaos

Random alteration of emotions, Confusion and manipulation acting as one

Absences of realism, focus, sound-mind and Purpose

Excitement and uncertainty flooding the flesh

Ecstasy protruding the enormity of the mind

Tunnels of mist, infinitely search for the solid belief or bearing

Contorted faces of people half known, voices of comfort yet being forsaken

Glimpses of dreams, wishes fading in and out of grasp and Focus

Beyond arms reach the key lay, waiting for the keeper to take.

The key solve the mystery of not being awake.

Rebuttal

Lights screaming past his face,

Startled he woke his heart a race

Sweet Beading off his brow

His worried look turning into a Scowl

His blood boiled as his mood changed

A war with fear he was about to wage

Desperation Reaped his soul

Determined to find a weakness, gap or hole

Attacking on the hidden, Secret, Dark

To defeat this slimy enemy he shall Hark

To the wisdom and knowledge in the word

For in it may the truth be heard

Of Love and mercy Grace bestowed

Upon the boy with fear now in tow

Saturation

Your love is a drug to me,

Its the way you seem to move

Grace and beauty surround your being,

Your love will embrace my doom

The radiance of you smile astounds me,

My thoughts i swear are in denile.

Your sent so think is suffocates me,

Generously it lingers for such a while

The though of you lodged in my head

The image of you I will surely hold

Until the day my body's declared dead

My only wish is to be so bold, to never give up Hope

The Man in the Mud

The Wind whipped and danced around the lonely soul, still and sombre with shoulder hunched

Standing in the gluggy mud with a hollow stare upon his face, dispar and death wash over him

At the edge of the ancient brick well, tattered, beaten left forgotten. A mirror of the man in the mud

Dreaming of falling, plummeting, descending into the dark abyss before him

What do I have to live for?

Who is there to care?

I’ve created an abomination already.

And the fall is but a dare.

The Storm around him deepens, and the tempest begins to roar with thunder.

Hope of the man standing in mud began to diminish as the rain falls heavy around him soaking into his core.

With little effort he raised a leg and on the edge he stood all his weight bearing down on the weakening brick.

Beneath his feet it shuddered with the use, and crumbs tumble into the hole, bit by bit it beings to break.

You are young; you have your life to live.

A voice resounded in his head

I love you; Don’t you understand it is you I adore?

Run into my arms, so I can hold you once more.

The battle above him rages, as lightning splits the sky, the clouds are fierce and angry, the battle that resides

The man does not know of the lies and truths filling the air around him, wielding unseen weapons of deceit and Love

They do not fight for land, power or money, but the decision the man will make; fall, or keep on living.

There battle is violent and relentless, neither side wanting to concede, both with different motives, one of love the other of greed.

You are week and worthless

You are honest and loyal

You are a lair and a cheat

You are Mine and I love you

Blows are ravaging his thoughts, comments on this goodness and love he doesn’t understand,

Attacks of misery and pain he knows all to well, Confusion sieges upon his mind

Claws digging deep into his spine edging him closer, the pain of living, reminding him of what he was.

A wall of warmth and light and peace holding him from plunging into the deep. A comforting embrace of what he could be

I can Survive, I can right my Wrongs.

No you can’t your too far gone.

Nothing is too big for me and my new friend.

NO this is not happening, it’s is suppose to be the end!

The bleakness above gives way as the man ponders on what he’s just heard, what he told himself, what he believes.

The Howling wind begins to slow, as he comes to grip with what he’s worth, The torrential downpour resides to a drizzle as the sky starts to clear.

The man takes a step back off the edge of the well, as the wall crumble and caves, bricks and mortar tumbling to the swampy bottom with a sick splash.

How the man smiles as the weight of his sin is lifted away, he now stands tall, alive and ready, the man standing on the clay.

As he turns to leave the dreadful place,

Light streams upon his face.

Following the thick cloud that ebbs away,

That swirling mass of disarray,

Off so he can help some lonely new prey.

The Man V God

The sound of the man's Heart- Insecurity, Anger, Fear.

The sound of God's Heart- I love you, I love you,I love you.

The sound of the man's Thoughts- When, Why, How, Where.

The sound of God's Thoughts- I love you, I love you, I love you.

The sound of the man's Dreams- I cant, Ill fail, I'm not enough.

The sound of God's Dreams- I love you, I love you, I love you.

The sound of the man's Desires- Lust, Jealousy, Greed.

The sound of God's Desires- I want you, I want you, To love me!