Sunset thoughtsI opened my eyesto the ocean swallowing the sun.Forever a glimpse of rarityas my mind enters the night,and all these thoughtsstill haunting me as I'm holding on.Sunset claritycold wind reality,life is so beautiful to me,but to a dying soul,it's nothing but a fatality.I wish I could show you my mind.It's a mixture of pure mysteryand a little insanity.
white rabbitalice had her rabbit holeand i suppose you could call me jealousthat her path to insanity seemed so straightforwardmy white rabbit lead me to youand then, you didn’t look so dark so dangerous;it took me too long to realize i hadfallen for you fallen into youand i kept falling, blonde hair, like alice’sblinding my view, disguising the depth of my rabbit hole—when alice landed she got to eat cake;when i landedmy ribs collided with the groundsure, my body shrunk,but shoulders and hands and tearsfolding into themselves,broken bones, and bruisesdon’t exactly scream wonderland
TodayAfter the battleI sleptThey were worried about meThe relative frailtyOf my bodyThe fact that the attackWas designed toTake me out.They were tenseI heard that noteHe knewI went crunch.But it is not my time.When will they learnYou cannot oppose GodAnd prevail?Heaven awaitsBut not yet.I am supremely lovedAnd supremely love.There is nothing I need doTo be loveable.But there is workI may choose to doAnd I so choose.So today I rest.Tomorrow...Can take care of itself.
The Dichotomy of Dark and LightLight and Dark, a dichotomy trueNo greater profundity, in all the knowLike fire and liquid, or red and blueA spilling shadow, an ethereal glowThe deep, a cave, a bottomless seaAn echo boundless in eternityNo walls to welcome true sovereigntyBut the mass of luminous singularityWhat substance of power do we recallWhat touch or scent we seeWhat constitution consists your allWhat tone is it that sets you freeA prison of pain, profound is bornA pounce re-bounce infectionA gentle caress, a violent stormWithin; a might of mind inspectionLaughter lights the midnight skyA dawn that dreams in singEach exhale: a star's birth cryNo greater beauty in the bringA rapture reveals a regal roseMy heart to yours in songLook in my eyes, their truth won't closeHonest love and we belongPulsing purity is the rightA sharing pure within starlight ventureNo greater stream within the nightTo every doubt: we are the quencherThe opposites and duality of timeEcho in all we seeThe empty
Which Jesus?She saidTo be a ChristianYou must sayJesus is Lord.Ok.What then?You go to church.And read your Bible.And listen to Christian music.And hang outWith all the right peopleDoing all the right things.Making Pastor happyAnd votingFor all the right politicians.So who is your JesusThat following that guyCaused you to forgetThe poor He loved?The oppressed?The homeless?The naked?The refugees?Would your JesusHang out with that gay guyYour church friendsTaught you to convert?Would your JesusWorry about which bathroomsPeople use?Is your Jesus white?I think we have a Jesus problemAs to which JesusIs Lord.
Modestyi amimmeasurableto the pointthat it ispitiful.over the yearsone's psyche getswarpedfrom the cataclysmic riftsand tear-jerking stitchingsof theidegoand super.selfishly i knowi yearn forthe heart-embracing wordsfrom theeto praise the achievementsand talentsi brainwash myselfto have.but it is equallytruei lie devilishlyi am and havenothingi chant as i undoall your healingconvinced such repairsmust beself-administeredbecause i amnever and yetalways leftbehindon various accounts.this is goodi am assured i'll improvelonelyidlywantingand notneeding you.