Dear Boredom,
You are just not the one for me.
You’ve seen it all, felt it all, tasted it all, know it all, heard it all, and had it all
Excitement doesn’t enter your home no more
Your too old for news
All You do is wait, and anticipate for the end
You are a pessimist and weak
Sleeping is your favorite hobby
Food has lost its taste
Games are lame
And Your favorite word is no.

Dear Passion,
I want you to influence in my life for forever. I love how you want it all!
To see it all,feel it all, taste it all, know it all, hear it all, and have it all.
Excitement is what you live for
Every news is new
You view every moment as special and meant to be lived fully
Your optimistic, and strong
Exploring is your favorite hobby
You love the many flavors of food
You know that games are meant to be played
And your favorite word is yes

It’s that kind of love
The love of a brother, a sister, a mother, a father, a husband, a wife
That family kind of love thats a force in your Blood
Even when passivity sets in
It breaks it
Don’t step on the cracks
for it will break your mothers back
Kind of love
It’s a conscience that can be stronger then free will
It’s a mothers prayer, a fathers glare, a brothers worst fear, sisters tears, a husbands care, or a wife near
It’s that kind of love
That causes you to stop
Think twice, step once
That kind of love
It keeps you grounded and stable
No! this kind of love is not left to mere fables.
It’s real, and it is strong
Attack it at your own risk
This kind of love binds, and inner twines
It seems like a mess at times but that’s you messing with the root system dear
You probably should fear
It’s the foundation of society
It will have your back through thick and thin
Never let you hurt kind of love
Smothering mother or
Fathering almost to being bothering kind of love
Sisters over Mr.’s, or Bros before hoes kind of love
A Husbands hold or A Wife’s warmth kind of love
it’s that love that you can’t live with
Yet really can’t live without
Its the sacrifice of life for your wife kind of love
It’s all those times you spend with your husband kind of love
It’s when you see your brother choosing your mother over others kind of love
It’s a father captivated by his daughter kind of love
It’s that sister standing by as a listener kind of love
It’s that brother who tells you, you are better kind of love
To break away from this kind of love is hard
But if you think you have success
Trust me there is always a hush from your fuss
And for those times When your feeling alone
you really want to be shown
This kind of love
that only comes from above
So keep the fight
For this right

Hello my friend you are a site for sore eyes.
You are stuck
Its sharp and paralyzing
This story my friend is not your friend
It survives off your Paine and hurt
There is no happiness or joy
No hope
The intro drags you in and the drags you under.
It’s been distorted
It was once apon a time far far away
Now its right now and way too close too home
You will never get out on your own
This story is the definition of sorrow
When your in the middle you can’t put it down
It’s addictive
It’s not a fairy tale, or fantasy any more
It’s your reality
It calls itself raw, real and pleasurable
But once your in or out the word pleasurable is far from your thoughts
So why do you stay?
No one knows
It’s hard to explain
It’s my choice is the number 1 excuse
Someone gave it to me, is another
So they read, read, read
And repeat, repeat, repeat
This story is the definition of fallen dreams.
Laced with forsaken promises
It will cause you to overdose on lies
And run away from hope
Comparing it to your fears of rejection
Making you Helpless, helpless, helpless
So you read, read, read

This is a song with no notes no sound
just perfected silence
Just absence to be felt
polished poise elegant stares
Set the stage
The view of an audience
Anticipated the noise
The Entertainers fears created a chill
The stress of their heart… beat
Perfecting the silence even more
Brains thinking and wondering
Is the message of this song
The audience moves
they leave
The stress of this song is too much too bare
Confusion strikes the entertainers
As they get up too leave
They stop
There was a noise
Someone was left
She was clapping
As tears roll down her face
For never had she experienced
Such a song
Where everyone could hear what she could hear

I was a beckon of hope they told me

Full of a conquering spirit, no fear, no troubles

Bright, beautiful, and captivating they told me

But keep your head down they told me, don’t get a big head

A head that causes a puffed up pride

No! Be humble so you can fly

But please don’t fly past the field of our valley, for there is danger and death across those hills

For you are, our beckon of hope they told me

This was a time of my creation

I was surprised at the wonder of how people would stare

There were tears of joy rolling down their face

For I was their beckon of hope they told me

The understanding of who was I, was still yet to be explored

I flew quickly, and naturally as I was made

All the characters of my creation was what they say

As I flew the valley was full of rich rolling green hills

Cheerful sound rose from the ground

Rich with gardening was the expression of the day

While Festivals and cheers was their expression of the night

It was a time of peace they told me

You have brought back hope

I had felt a tear roll down my cheek one night

I was a captive to this beautiful life

I was wonder, I was hope

But I had no one to wonder and hope in

I wanted someone to hope in

Something to be my beckon

So the tears kept on rolling down my face

I was a beckon of hope they told me

Full of a conquering spirit, no fear, no troubles

Bright, beautiful, and captivating they told me

But keep your head down they told me, don’t get a big head

A head that causes a puffed up pride

No! Be humble so you can fly.

My father said he was offering me a gift
A choice as my will
The anger or the answers
The boredom or the bridegroom
The calamity or the calm
The dead or the deliverer
The easy or the elect and eternal
The fame or the finish line
The glam or the grace
The hate or the humility
The insecurities or the instrument
The jealousy or the Jesus
The kitchen or the kingdom
The lust or the love
The men or the modesty
The nightmares or the new beginnings
The old or the open doors
The pride or the peace
The quarrels or quality of life
The riches or the right and redeemed
The sick or the safe
The tricks or the truth
The ugly or the understanding
The villain or the vanquisher
The wretched or the worthy
The x or the X-ray
The yearning or the Yaaway
The Zzz or the zeal
And i answered… To live as Christ and to die is gain.

It was a night like no other

Crimson water flooded the shore line

Golden flowers that looked like Laburnum Anagyroides dropped from the trees

Walking with soft strides across the water the flowers fluttered past my face like butterflies

It was neither a story of spring, or summer, but of a time that could not be found

It was out of life, yet more real then breath

A moment of no reality, yet had the power to alter reality more then life itself

The light that had come from all directions, came from with in me

My footsteps not manifesting on the water, for the image of the water was that of red soft glazed glass

Yet I could feel the water glaze through my toes with every stride

The sound of serenity passed by my heart, engulfing me into an awakening of truth

The wind blew towards my steps, as if pushing me effortlessly forward

Drawing me to something mysterious, yet known

In my hands held living colors, and with every brush of my fingers created more life

No pride bestowed its grasp on me though

The knowledge of this craft was too much for me

Only giving me questions too who had given me this beautiful gift?

Of life, to breath, to create, to see, to hear, to taste, to touch, to feel, to know, to question, to wish, to push, to stop, to choose, to believe, to hope, to be thankful, to judge, to care, to love, to hate, and to dream

In my full being I had found the Truth, it was neither in time, nor me that was the author of this story

For time could not hold it, and I was found to be thought bound to it

It was that which was pulling me forward, which was mysterious, yet known

It is Light, life, energy, truth, the beginning and the end,

It was God