A Temple In A Planet

Without hate, love cannot be divided. Its the light that separates our eyes and our nose is just a bridge for "the stream" to pass through, to where it leads to our sky and words can CALMLY. SCREAM OUT. A WHISPER of joy. We are the dust, the air, the water, we are everything and we are NOTHING all at the same time. We are anything that the NOTHING can be. Even in death, ghosts are a mist in which light cannot reach, but we pass them every time. Blindly we walk on.

Black Widow

I wear this sinking ship for your cause of black mischief. As delicate as the wine glass you stumble upon an unbearable mess. For the masses strength not ones certainty, but you remain anonymous to the thirst. And all these blood suckers fall from the heavens because they have dried it out. Now we must water this earth back to life. I've wasted my time but the door remains open. Black Widow: And The Constant Breath To Breathe Fresh Air. Grows tiring, and hopeless. Sadness soaks this land and our thirst is not yet quenched. I remain anonymous to our people. But faith still remains. That is the hunger that fills The Belly Of The Beast. Blood ignites our hearts and flames arise from the sun, the sky is filled with light. And we go on singing...

The Vineyard

I hope you bring armor for your heart. This "Forever" is going to be long. If the sun never shines, than let it rain, let it wash our blood away. I thought I was alone, but only in a dream. I awoke to find thousands bleeding on their knees. The only ones I see that are worth the fight, are the ones standing next to me before battle. "Be Grace O'My God."

A Garment Eaten By Moths

You crawl dead in the garden of evil. ALL HEARTS AFLAME! I remain unscathed, unscarred as I walk through your horrors. It takes one match, one flame, I'll set your hell on fire. I'll show you destruction of love through the wrath of His grace. From above, this soul is but a grain amongst millions, separate the ripe from the rotten.

Job 13

A Mute: Patiently In Flames.

Suffocating my body in your jaws, we are restless to your guns. Sickness and health travel at the speed of light. And all my lungs have ran out of air, I'll dine alone tonight. Maybe this is clear, but how quickly we burn under pressure. I've watched you turn to ashes but never to dust. It was your love that you have missed your whole life. You have forgotten that love was already cured. A Mute: Patiently In Flames.

Beautiful Solitude

Death is as violent as the silence in music. But no matter how quiet we shake or how breathless the wind is. One thing leads to my mind... I was born with a thought, a quiet touch, a windowless sun and the smell of soft less rain, hitting my forehead.

Divide.

We travel through high dimensions, we wait until our legs give out. I follow my heart through the open door but this time smoke covers the entrance. All these mirrors reflect the sunrise. I feel the sun and I think I can feel it smiling. What a beautiful beginning to something so destructive. Yet, you destroy whatever love comes your way. You dry the surface, for the moment of breath you feel in your lungs. You stumble upon the ending, a fatal injury: the lie only hurts when the truth is revealed. You begin to rust.