THE CHARGE

I cannot make you win the war.

I will not pick up your sword and fight for you.

I cannot abhor the blood shed for us both.

I have not the strength to carry all.

My body has been mauled by living corpses and dead ones alike.

The spikes have been driven into me in sadistic rhythm

And by the grace of God the schism of self and selfless have only grown farther apart.

This charge I give to you:

That you forge though the briars, a burning flame, the consuming fire.

The mighty hand of God on this lonely sod,

That all might will proclaim, and every tongue profess the name

Of our lord on bended knee.

THE BOX

Justified, enlightened, and now waiting.

The box opens shining light on my trite saga.

And yet I rest in lament,

Trying to prevent

An exodus

From Egypt.

I can see outside and wonder why the lid is removed,

Should I move?

Should I push my way out

Or should I wait or shout for the one who pried my cage… or let my age

Extinguish its own flame?

THE BEGINNING

This is the end.

All paradox in unraveled.

The journey is traveled

And through.

“It is finished.”

RESOLUTION

Tossing and Turning in waves of feeling;

Every blow onto the shores of absolution

Leaves me reeling in dazed confusion

And dissolution

As I struggle to resolve my needs and my desires.

RAPE

I was a careless man;

Trying to create a flash in the pan.

unperceptive,

Wreaking havoc and strife

At the expense of a life.

Curing my own desires through vicarious and deliberate circumstance,

I sought to circumvent the system.

To deny the process of wisdom is to deny wisdom in total.

Through it all I have raped the willing;

Abusing my hold and my grasp.

Trapping possibilities and forcing them into Pandora’s box,

To be unleashed to be set free another day.

Blind to seeing exactly what’s in front of me,

Denying you for my sake.

PROTECTION?

I spend countless nights awake in the

Wonder of who you are…

For I have been equipped with the answer to every

Mystery

But the one I need.

For you are out of my hands.

I spend countless days asleep in the dream of knowledge for

All is an enigma

Without your key…

And I am in your hands.

OVERJOYED

I spend countless nights awake in the

Wonder of who you are…

For I have been equipped with the answer to every

Mystery

But the one I need.

For you are out of my hands.

I spend countless days asleep in the dream of knowledge for

All is an enigma

Without your key…

And I am in your hands.

OUT OF MY CONTROL

I spend countless nights awake in the

Wonder of who you are…

For I have been equipped with the answer to every

Mystery

But the one I need.

For you are out of my hands.

I spend countless days asleep in the dream of knowledge for

All is an enigma

Without your key…

And I am in your hands.

NO FEAR

What instills a being with fear?

The loss of things he holds dear that were never his are decaying his soul for what?

The logical conclusion is not an illusion but a hard wall in his face if he will not embrace its essence and embody its form, then he will be made to conform for fate is an inevitable end.

No matter how we render it,

It lives and gives not to interpretation.

MERCY WAITS

I’d like to believe in your sincerity,

But all I see are lies.

Every tie to reality severed by my fears on the future.

I haven’t even begun to let you see…

The real me.

It tortures me to stay in shadows,

But I have never seen the sun,

And its easier to run then to welcome an undiscovered country.

I know you wait patiently to take my hand.

How can you wait for me to walk

When I can’t even stand,

There you are,

Never a word on how selfish I’ve been.

And all I can think is I don’t deserve to win.