the only way to take the sting out of a word
is not be so sensitive
and use it in context

troubled, written all across your forehead
a deep language of silent communication
while stealthily hunting in the forest for food

all gas and chemical reaction
feeding on the dead, things

Catapulted into a spiritual experience
out the blue your whole being infused
from the ritual of the ordinary everyday.

I can't escape my mind, there's a sickness growing Inside for these feelings I can't abide...im constantly looking back at my conscience it had provoked a fire in my heart in which cannot be tamed...when two worlds collide only one can be hung on the wall and framed...

The confusion.....the fusion of incoherent words fumble out of my mouth and fade into the wind.....my life all together is just sin after sin...when will we ever learn that this is an uphill battle that we aren't "destined" to even win...

I'm a walking book all you have to do is turn the pages.....my life is a set of stages....paining sin after sin...i'm a disgrace to my own kin....as God poured the bucket of his children into the building....all that was heard was crying...it was a closed casket....

Love is merely a construct of the human mind....if you look deeper you will find that love is a mine field....you must yield it's rules or end up a fool....it is a tool of self destruction....I for one will not fall down this path again....

Thank you....for I must rank you the highest of all highs by saying only four words I. Love. You. Dad.....although life may be bad at times I can always rely on my rock....my stronghold...for with him I shall not fold to life's pain...thank you...dad