Breaking the Illusion

At times you sit

In the darkness wondering,

What is it that I’m hearing?

What is it that I’m seeing?

Is this a vision,

is this a message

that I’m meant to be receiving?

While I sit and wonder

Can anyone else

Hear these words

That are echoing in my head,

Or see the epiphanies

Dancing, shaking,

Falling before my eyes?

Do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

These voices swarming

Inside my head,

Thoughts that are mangled,

Or incomplete,

Screaming for attention,

To be heard,

To be seen,

To be shaped and moulded

And put into a message

To give to someone else.

To give to those

in need of answers.

To give to those of

You who can’t see

what’s in front of you!

Where you see peace,

I see destruction.

Where you see fun,

I see self-harm

Much more violent

than hidden acts

in your room when

you feel nothing at all

and much more damaging

than a sharpened blade.

It’s standing in front

Of you screaming

In your face,

Wake up and see

All The damage that

you’re doing,

not just to yourself,

but to all those

around you.

Your way of life,

A constant pursuit of joy,

In vain as you’ll

Never find it where

You like to look.

Open your eyes and

Picture it if you can,

An endless cycle

That you don’t want

To escape from,

Trapped like the line

Forming the edge of

a circle,

destined to go round

till you’re as long

as a piece of string.

Do you see an end?

Do you see a goal?

Why even bother

If week in week out,

You do the same thing.

Make money,

Spend it.

Labour for money,

Throw it away.

Painstakingly earn

A handful of pennies

Just to fund another lap

Around you’re closed

Circuit track.

Take heed and notice

Before it’s too late.

Listen to the voices.

Accept what you see.

Change your ways

Before you drag everyone else

Who’s following Your lead

To their own dark room

And leave them there

To find the light

Switch for themselves.

Look closely now

At what’s in front of you.

Look past the illusion

Presented by those

Who are also misguided.

Listen to that voice

Speaking inside your head

And now tell me

If you see what I see.

Omen of Reverence

Sick of the eternal darkness

Taking over day,

I go down this long avenue

Walking in the shadows.

 

Cursing this eclipse

That takes the light away,

I seek a place of refuge,

Peace and sanctity.

 

As I continue to wander

I pray that I will see

A light in the sky

A signal of hope for me.

 

The distance looks bleak,

Nothing like what I seek,

As terror takes place

On the side of this street

 

Many others wandering,

Stumbling through the darkness

But in no way succeeding

As they keep on falling.

 

All these people around me

Succumbing to the urges

To give up all sense of hope

And abandon everything readily

 

I wonder why this has to happen,

Why they have to fall,

As I keep on waiting

For the light of the sun for all.

 

Sirens can be heard

Coming from the distance,

A crying call

For a form of peace and order.

 

No one comes to help,

Nothing comes to relieve

All these people crying

Out on the street.

 

Familiar faces linger

Waiting for the sun to dawn

For the perpetual darkness to lift

So that they no longer morn

 

I clutch at this pain

Now inside my chest.

This shouldn’t have to happen

They shouldn’t have to suffer at all.

 

Then I finally see it

A sign to end it all

To make the nightmare fade

An answer to the call.

 

A small light in the distance

Glows for all to see,

But so easily missed

When everyone’s head is down

 

This time won’t last forever

Light will illuminate the dawn.

This is preparation for the future,

An Omen of Reverence

Purified

I’ve done nothing

To deserve this gift

That you have given.

 

A life was traded for mine,

Yet I kick dirt

In the face of the one

Who made the sacrifice

For me

Every day.

 

I’ve done nothing

To deserve this gift,

Yet you give it anyway

Because you love me.

 

You look inside

And you see the good,

Whilst I see the filth

That perverts my mind.

 

What I do

Causes you pain.

Now you take from me

The things I use to hurt you.

No more will they do damage

And no longer will they reside

Where they can do harm.

 

You give me your armour

So you can protect me

From the things that will invade.

 

I will no longer reside

In the place of temptation

But take up your weapon

And fight the good fight

Forbidden Path

A bag full of objects,

Full of symbols,

Of items used to clean up

Acts of impurity

Committed in a desperate need

To feel something,

Anything,

Is sealed.

 

It’s tossed away,

Thrown into a hole,

Never to be seen again.

 

That’s the intention anyway.

 

Many times

This path has been sealed off

Yet many times,

The wall that was built

Through blood and tears

Is broken down

In one foul strike.

 

A path,

Kept in obscurity,

Hidden away from the world,

Leading to an improper place,

Is too often ventured down

By its creator.

The same creator

That stands against such places

As the ones that this path leads to.

 

It can’t go on.

The path cannot remain.

But the path cannot be destroyed

By its maker alone.

 

He sits

And he waits

While one who is stronger

Goes for the help he needs,

And uses all his power

To save his helpless lamb

From the torture

That his mind subjects him to,

From the false fulfillment

Given to him

By going down the path,

From the trap

That he’s caught in.

Sacrifice

A man wearing a gold watch

Keeps trying to move on

In his journey of life,

But he can’t.

His watch

Keeps getting in the way,

And he doesn’t want it

Damaged or broken.

He cares about it

So much,

And won’t take it off.

It’s the last thing of value

That he has left.

 

He doesn’t want

To let it go,

He doesn’t want

To cast it aside.

But as long as he has it

It will continue being

In his way.

 

He stares at the path ahead,

Of what he’ll have to do

To reach his goal.

He can’t keep the watch

Even though he wants to.

 

He makes a decision

And takes off the watch

He throws it to the side

And walks

Down the path

Before him.

The watch shatters

On the ground

No longer of any value

To anyone.

 

A little boy with a balloon

Is having fun at a fair.

He grips the balloon tightly,

Never wanting to let it go.

 

He goes on a ride,

Still holding the balloon,

And is lifted

High in the air.

The boy is scared,

Fearing for his life

Fearing for what might happen.

He needs to hold on,

Hold on with both hands,

But can only use one

With his balloon

In the other.

 

He doesn’t want

To let it go

Doesn’t want

To lose his balloon,

But he lets it go,

And grips on to the ride

Tightly with both hands.

The balloon floats away

Rising into the air,

Fading into the distance

Forever out of reach.

 

Ten years later,

The man who threw away

His watch,

His most valuable possession,

Now has a family

With two children,

Lives in a large house

And drives a car

Of his dreams.

He now has many watches

To replace the one

He gave up.

 

He now has more

Of value to him

Than ever before.

 

The boy who let go

Of his balloon

Is now all grown up.

He’s thinking about the day

He let go

Of the balloon

As he walks out

To his car

On his way to work.

On his windscreen

He finds an old wrinkled balloon

The same colour as the one

That he let go.

Next to it

Is a whole pack

Of balloons

All the same colour.

 

He smiles.

He can now give them

To his daughter,

And give her

Something to treasure

And play with.

 

Sometimes in our life

We need to let go

Of what we hold dear.

But someday it comes back

Or we get

So much more.

Sometimes to progress

We just need

To

 

 

Let

 

 

 

Go.

Surrender

The act of surrender

Is often the hardest thing.

The idea of giving

Everything we have

Over to someone else

To do with what they will,

Goes against

Our human nature.

 

One thing that God

Wants us to do

Is to go against

Human nature,

Give everything to him

And let him take control.

 

If we surrender

Ourselves to God,

He can then do

Incredible things

In our lives,

As he always has

Our best interests

At heart.

 

We are his children,

Whom he cares for

So much

That he sent his son

To die

For our sins.

If he is willing

To do that

For us,

Imagine how great

He can make

Our lives

If we surrender

To him

And give him

Complete control

Of our lives.

 

We should not fear

What he wants to do

We should embrace it

And surrender

All we have

To him.

Hope

At times

Our situation in life

May seem

Hopeless.

At times

Our situation in life

May seem

Perilous.

At times

Our situation in life

May seem

Overwhelming.

 

At times

We just want to give up.

At times

We want it to end

So badly,

We think of doing things

We normally would not consider.

 

All the hurt,

All the pain,

All the suffering.

To make ourselves feel better

We do

Horrible things,

However, nothing is ever resolved by it,

And nothing is ever accomplished by it,

Except making the devils grasp

Stronger on us.

 

In these times

We cannot give up,

We cannot let him take us,

We cannot let him push us

Over the edge so that we fall

Into his clutches,

We cannot let him.

 

In these times

We have to remember

That there are people

Who love us,

Who care for us,

Who want to see us smile,

Who want to see us laugh,

Who want to see us happy.

 

We also have to remember

That there is a God

Who is up in heaven

Who loves us so strongly

So mightily,

So powerfully,

That he just wants

To pull us out of the ocean

And save us.

 

All we have to do

Is accept him,

And let him take

The pain away,

Let him heal

The wounds,

Let him heal

Our lives,

Let him forgive

Our sins.

 

At the end of it all,

As he dries us off,

He will not leave us,

He will always be there

For us.

We just have to remember that.