Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Depression's Kingdom

Chilling sweats
Rancid dreams
Hearts of horrors
Groveling pleas

Lingering memories
Souls in pain
Thoughts of dreams
Long ago slain

When in the midst
It's all to be seen
Hunger for peace
Meets gory scenes

This kingdom is where
Depression meets the past
And tethers itself
To fears made to last

Where abuse is rewarded
And the abused are mocked
Where hate abounds
And evil men flock

Leaving hearts pounding
In agony and fear
Hoping not for
Things once held dear


Share Your Story

Is silence
Not violence?
Are hidden tears
Not wasted years?

If you can change
A single life
By being vulnerable
And sharing strife

Are you not
An angel leashed?
A single hope
To tame the beast?

A beast of pain
Of hurt, and sin
Of tormented confusion
Sewn deep within?

If you can bring
One person relief
Is it not worth
The dreaded grief?

For smiles hide well
Lack of contentment
Your sorrow, my friend
Can filter resentment

So share your story
And tell it well
And in purpose
You will dwell


To "It"

Shriveled skin
Crackling bones
Drying souls
Dermal holes

All the things
Pertaining to
Death and pain
Are wholly you

You take joy
In scattered dreams
You smile in triumph
At assaulting schemes

A beating heart
You don't possess
Rather you hide
Behind sweet caress

Portraying yourself
As a caring soul
When in reality
You're hard and cold

You gain your energy
From decaying smiles
Drag begging hearts
Down gravely miles

Death is too sweet
For creatures like you
Thank all that is good
You assholes are few

I hope you find
The fulfillment you seek
But more than that
I hope now you peak

So that latter life
For you is hell
Because you no longer
Can cast your spell

And no longer will you
Wreak havoc and pain
Living only on
Memories of the slain


Battle of Heavens

Skies are dark
But rays shine through
A battle of heavens
Soon to ensue

Stars at odds
Worlds at war
Mass of matter
Each other abhor

Winds of the night

Ready to fight

None relent
None retreat
Hellbent on

The last one standing
All will see
Left in dust
And ruins of kings


How Many Feelings

If God truly aches
For all of the hurting
And frowns sadly
With those yearning

If God smiles
At people's glee
And claps with us

If He walks with the homeless
Hand in hand
And listens in earnest
To angelic bands

How many hearts
Does His break with
And how many joys
Does He feel amidst

God is God
This much I know
What boggles my thoughts
Is the one below

How many feelings
Does God feel each day
If He feels them all
The exact same way?

All as fierce
And worthy of note
All as full
And Him I'll quote:

"I came for the sick
The lonely and lost
I came for the burdened
When I carried my cross

And on that cross
I captured all sorrow
I captured all pain
And hurt of tomorrow

Because of that cross
You'll be with Me forever
These feelings that I feel
Will never be severed

For I feel all things
With a dose of love
And look at you cherishingly
From far up above."