my hurricane is breathing

rumor has it, thats all thats left. very familiar eyes grasp my soul from the inside. we met on this very same side of heaven. pieces of peace scattered amongst the earth. we always tell ourselves "revenge is a satisfying meal." madness packed in the palm of my hand, swallowing all these bullets are passed the solution. warning: becareful of all of these false oceans, ones shocking behavior leads you soulless. fear is the devils favorite crush. this is very deceiving and very easy to have love turn to lust. so watch me watch you wash away. are you keeping up yet? im drowning my soul away. i believe in God because seeing is believing.

the forces of nature cloud my mind, like the forces of war cloud a solders mind. makes me cry just the thought of suicide, but i know that my biggest passion lies in the devils eye. so i sit back and observe while dreaming. THANK GOD MY TORNADO IS FINALLY SLEEPING.

the fountains of waters

taste the crystals that were made for you. we have sealed all the doors. theres no bargaining with these wolves. they taste the blood in the air. every action is a reaction so make it count. pointless miles laid down between our bones. our voices echo through the wind, only we are alone in this abyss. hope shines like the moon in the night. the eye in the sky, filled with a hundred million wings. my muscles begin to shake, temptation, fear and strength begin to sink in. the flag is raised. all armies approach us. we will not fail, because this is not a mistake. sacrifices will be made, but our lives will not be wasted. our hearts crawl out from underneath us as we let a tear out from one another. as the aggression and the growls of the wolves grows louder. some of the men begin to lose hope. i now smell the death in the air. i now see the fear that is laid out around me. its almost midnight and they're restless. the command is given and the attack will begin. they will strike first but we will have the upper hand. i hold my breath to hear the sound of men, women and children crying in the background. its dark, quiet and cold. just as the tension rises, i hear a child singing a lullaby in the background. a sweet voice of a little girl crying out a song. i lift my head up to acknowledge the little girl, and above me i see a white bird fly towards the heavens. a whisper from my breath is let out. "God is here".

of phantoms and prophets

welcome to the exit. this body of water which was once an ocean has turned into a river. how long will it be until your world finally collapses? ive seen these ships sail out and not come back. you manage a hole of acceptance. ive seen the dust shallow up a beautiful mind. you try to be strong. but your hands are always empty. this fog is for you, this desert is for you. this world i have painted is now yours. ill bury you where you have left me, shipwrecked and out of time. no more chances, no more farewell good-byes. no more butterflies and no more pretty birds. nothing sings to the moon anymore. ill howl at the sun, for its the only thing that keeps me up at night. the only thing that lets me know that im still alive. ill keep this for myself in a shrine of you.

settling the sun

every day i defeat myself a little more. starring at this black hole through my room, patiently waiting for something to move. a cyclone maze warping in and out of my gaze. a concentration through reality. ill never become something that im not so i refuse to impress anyone. this object in my mind is concentrated on myself. i will not lie, i am as selfish as i will ever be. but money isnt my guarantee. there are no excuses to define rage. a moment in life is forever worth the risk. but now i have come to realize that the only risk that exists, is pleasing myself just a little bit. unfortunately for now it has come too late for me. i feel like an old rock living off of the allergy. quiet... alone... patiently waiting for something to come my way. maybe some air to lift me off of my feet. just a breath of life to restore me back from this grave. my temple made of flesh, covering a powerful source thats sensitive to the touch. i apologize if i am too sensitive for all of these creations. its just this gaze becomes darker. and this hole circulates around me. i believe that i am an animal. but only an animal to try and survive. not really live. perhaps a confused animal. maybe an animal who is lost. although somehow i believe that i know where my place lies, even though its not my job to decide. a place in heaven where there are fields of gold. earth just seems like a chaotic playground to me. its almost impossible to go somewhere just to relax. so i dig a hole. i dig it so far deep. like the hole ive been dreaming of. and once i get there ill lay down. and just breathe. just breathe deeper and deeper. until the hole or the earth i should say. cant find me anymore. im sure you dont understand anything im saying, and i dont expect you too. maybe you will find me in another state of mind. or maybe you wont. either way, one of us is gonna go crazy, at this point i dont care who. but someone will listen. and that person will listen deeply. and that person who listens, will make the difference that this playground is just too damn crowded. "they're prices for legends, but legends will change over time." i had to give up to realize that.

a ballad for the gallows

how often does it seem that the only life invested in living is the outcome of death as a retirement bed. so many preachers so many hard thinkers only to be thought of a mire image of themselves. if time was the key and you were the door, how do you manage to make an impact on the lives you have lived for? why so much destruction? why so much evil? anger? not to mention all of the peace makers? it seems that all we have ever learned from life is survival. for most of us our basic needs of survival relied on someone else with their hands tied. do you ever look in a story just to see the ending become glory? how all luck and skill and love payed out in the beginning from above? i cant tell you that ive really talked to people that were wishing a hand out. i just look at myself and divide it by few, or look at myself and multiplied a few. its simple when we say that mankind isnt doing so great. and its even simpler to say that we will change some day.

from myself i just take it in. sometimes there isnt enough power to breathe it all in. most of our lungs have collapsed when we tried running from the sun. still the rain clouds our ways of thinking. from right or wrong. but i know it just takes some heart and little bit of love. and maybe a million to one, to overcome our chances of leaving one person with a gun.

because ive given up fighting. and im sure death is tired from working overtime. and if God has a plan then i will not interfere. i would much rather relax and let the wheel steer for itself. instead of holding it all in with one breath, ill let it go and let it swim in a stream. to someday maybe soon i will be buried underneath. as long as the world knows that i havent made a difference in this life, but they have made a difference in me. maybe it doesnt take a million to one. but one to a million that if out of a million, one survives, it took just one to realize, that time is running out. as for the fighting, its never really worth it only to be wasted. its easy to be a bad guy. thats what ive learned. but ive never learned how to be a good guy. i just wish by now i would've. but luckily for me there is still time. there is still time. and that key is still in my hand. and for death? well... i cant promise anything, but i just imagine that he is my shadow. and ill be honest. fear has stopped me from living. at least now i know what to live for.

smell no evil

stay the course. in time these skies will burn out. and the blue will turn back to black, just like their eyes. "oh my god, how did i not see this happen?" the revenge in me may conclude the last of hopes humanity. i brought my eyes this time to see visions in the sky. my eyes are getting wider, as rain falls down from the clouds. what felt like rust in my bones, has given me the power to rebuild myself up again. in many cases a slow victory dance will tremble the heavens. and make note to God, that some are dead but many are still alive. they have come back to earth to tell us the greatest stories of all time. if it wasnt for us to plant them in the ground. then their souls would have no place to sleep.

disguises are the evil shadowing my hallways, if it wasnt for the wrong in my life, then the right would never seem so clear. there is still time. however long we make it, however long we take it, there is still time. never forget the weeds that were grown, or the flowers that were shown. ill continue moving from one place to another. but never alone, for my shadows will always keep me company. as long as there is light. there is hope. thats what the skies keep telling me.