I'm just a
Regular guy
Trying to bring
Christ's Light
Into
The
World

I am nerdy, weird, and absolutely absurd
With every letter, every symbol, every word
My methods play on my youthful exuberance
So when you see me all goofy and in a trance
Give me a moment to show you how I dance
With my legs, my lips, and my hands I prance
Expressing subtle symbolism with every chance
If you perceive with open eyes, an opened mind
Then you too can leave this paradigm behind
So fly with me, into tomorrow I'll take you to a place
Where fantasy transcends the material right before your face
These preconceived notions of what it means to be
A human in this beautiful world meant to be set free
I stand at the gates to this wonderfully vibrant land
So release your fears to the Father, take an angel's hand
Release the treasure held within your pineal gland
So you too may see the mathematical structure
Of this holographic existence so you may be sure
That all that is material will eventually be torn asunder
To give way to an existence enveloped in loving divinity
Filling your being with noetic lightning; Gnostic thunder
Becoming one with the Godhead in perfect synergy

Everything isn't always as you perceive
Judging what you see on what you believe
Your own programming is aimed at you to deceive
The information around you, so you can't retrieve
The memory of how to be free of all the worry
Of how others behave and what kind of hurry
They're in, just begin to cover and bury
The idea that you have to be the judge and jury
Believe me when I say there comes a day
When those that judge will have to pay
For the judgements they pass will find a way
To come back to them to their own dismay

So sorry for writing in lengthy ballad
Of dramatic tales these feelings valid
I guess I just saw a mysterious puzzle
Whose picture was missing a piece
That lacking threatened to muzzle
The potential inside for your peace
I beckoned "come hither ******,
My burdens are airy, and few;
I mean to heal not commit sin."
There was enough in me for you
My heart's peace could fit
Into your picture's missing void
Something you couldn't admit
You were always slightly annoyed

When you analyse this rhyme
Trying to find any holes
You'll be left a silent mime
With a case of the Dr. Scholl's Insoles

11pm is for those who can't sleep,
bloods filled with rush;
because of the sweet texts they just can't wait to read.

1am is for the poets who just can't stop,
can't stop the thoughts entering --
entering their mind one by one.

And 2am is for the broken.
The ones who can't stop thinking,
Thinking of what might've been,
What could've been.

Today, A new journey begins
Holding my pen in my hand
It bleeds for new adventures and stories
It searches for the best ones

An awful past was left behind
We must remember how to forget
Forget a percent of those 365 moments
Each day was peculiar in its own way

Peculiar ways to hurt that soul within
But you must be a great warrior
You should have your heart sealed
Because fragile is its second name

Today, your fragile heart will be a diamond
Shining like the first star at night
Winking at those who stare
And loving those who dare