He is a hurricane in my throat. A burning in my chest. A sickness in my stomach.

You are the lozenge that soothes my torn up throat, the aloe vera for my singed heart, the calm my nervous belly.

You are cool waves that sway me back to safety after his harsh waves of words have carried me so far out.

You teach me how to sing again without being afraid of my own voice.

You do this by showing me that you are afraid of your own as well,
but you still sing above everyone else.

And for that, I love you.

When she has too get off the phone,
And your world crashes,
Because honestly all you want to hear,
Is her voice,
ugh..

Now to me you seem like dust
   A type of air that is mixed with sand
   You just like to blow away whenever you want to
   With me having to say 1 word you flow right by me

and my words are not bound by
rhymes and other silly little things,
they are my thoughts,
raw
and scrambled.
they are my wounds that
i pick at with every word,
but they are my wounds that
heal with every sentence
the ink of my pen spits.

They're empty without meaning
I'm dry like the dead sea
A dessert hard to see
It's a hallucination you were only in my imagination
No feelings, dying memories,
I can't believe in nothing, no one
I lost trust not confidence
I'm awaken ready to face
Anything and everything
Don't wait on me
My dreams are underconstruction
A written destruction

Everything ends eventually
Nothing is good but Jehovah God
You're not good, I'm not good
No one will acheive perfection
On their own
Eat the most organic
Collect rain water
Workout everyday
You may prolong your life some
Still life ends eventually
"I am no part of the world" said Jesus
"My kingdom is no part of this world"
I believe Jesus
I believe his words
So I know nothing from this world
Belongs to my king.
He does not promote the violence
He does not sexualize messages
He does not punish us for our sins
No, he died for our sins
Yes, everything ends
Eventually
And I am grateful it does.... for now
I would be happy to not have the stress
To not experience anxiety
The only thing that keeps me focused
Is knowing
When Jesus takes over
All the violence will end
All the sickness and death
Man and his dominance
The ruining of the earth
And it will be filled instead
With pure love and good
With the knowledge of Jehovah
Forever

When meanings
Become
Meaningless
Life has a
Whole new
Meaning

In the blink of an eye, all was lost
I've burned every bridge I've come across
Dancing in the flames stand those I'm forced to forget
Their once loving faces fade further into silhouette
Chest pains on par with cardiac arrest
Reminiscing of a time I was once at my best
Only wishing my shoulders would not succumb
To the weight of the world of the man I've become
But the values which make a man have long ago frayed
Empathy and understanding and caring decayed
It rings true that "The past should stay dead"
Well how many bullets are needed to get it out of my head?
How many more tears will need to be shed?
How many words that can't be unsaid?
Left alone with only my thoughts to dwell,
I suppose this is the definition of a living hell

...so therein
           within flys
my Wonder-vaulted
           Focus

I return the Call to my Attention
              ~single-pointed~
Hocus~Pocus

...­and it is Here, My Dear
           that I could
care to dare to bare the Stare
           from where
the Heart-Center feels so
                  Aware

I close the windows of my Soul
            to Open wide the
Doors inside
            for Me to See
my Hopes and Dreams

Of lapping tides
      Breathing
rhythm like
      Symphonies
            
                  this Be my Sight
        Everywhere and all Around

Beyond the old, into the New

with
  Wonder-vaulted
      Focus

             ...*I search for You