Can you value the future? Surrender the past? Love what’s leftover? Relinquish the masks?
White picket lines of peaceful persuasionCannot undo the cost of invasionEndless fine lines of baser perversionsWeakened strains of moral conversionsFlawlessly wielding falsified searchesWhat will become of us all?Cold, calculating meaningless data Hiding underneath the smiling strata Clinging to less fortunate ideas Laughing, dragging, while dreaming of sionsIntricate veins coursing with cursesWhat will become of us all?Meanwhile, one white robed throng preaches the WritTenaciously keeping holy flames litFalling valiant, bleeding from vicious slits Ten thousand swords critically slashing hitsBattered, beleaguered saints climb past ashen fritz What will become of us all?One bright light pierces the eastern skyA triumphant shout falls from…
They twist and turn in the lamplights glow Whether friend or foe we do not know Tomorrow's ghosts above and below They are tellers of yesterday's truths The woven tales are not of their making The chains they clutch hellishly shaking With fingers pointed and backs aching They are tellers of yesterday's truths Consequences near or far removed Only delayed by time unreproved Their only intent is life improved They are tellers of yesterday's truths Can I deter my own convictions Interfere with mystic magicians Paving way for faulty suspicians For the tellers of yesterday's truths Holding onto hope like…
I’ll take you to the gates of Hell I’ll show you what’s there It’s a horrific, sadistic, gaudy affair With twisted metals and steep swirling stairs I’ll take you to the throne of Death I’ll show you the way It sits atop the fork of two great lakes One called disunion, the other disgrace I’ll take you to the bowels of Hades I’ll show you who’s there The liars, the lied-to, ordinary faces With haunted red eyes and bent bloody feet I’ll take you to the edge of Sorrow I’ll show you the pain The broken, intrepid, intricate traces Longing…
A Brief Introduction Daemonium Avi is a narrative poem based on an actual event that took place in the parking lot of my church. Daemonium is the Latin word for demonic, and avi is the Latin word for bird. I believe the title accurately describes the subject of the poem. Demonic Bird seemed to carry more gravitas in Latin. Plus, what is poetry without a little dramatic flair? However, the contents of this poem are true, and no dramatization could adequately capture the intensity of the spiritual encounter. Hopefully, poetically sharing this moment will remind others that the supernatural invades…
It was not hard but rather easy standing on the glittering edge of Truth. “Of this thing, I am almost persuaded,” he gestured with an elusive wave of the hand. And with that unholy utterance, a heavy silence blanketed the thronging crowd. Just like that, the chasm between error and eternity widened its dark gaping mouth. Yet, self-delusions are only illusions that become more elusive with each passing year. “What is Truth?” the tyrant cried while neurotically washing his blood-stained hands. But the Truth was a man standing tall before his gaze with thorns pressed against His brow. A God-man-king…
Everything meant to break us made us stronger than we were before. Every fear meant to freeze us made us braver than we were before. Every lie meant to ensnare made us wiser than we were before. Every dream we thought was dead is bigger and better than it was before. Every sad song became a worship medley in the playlist of our lives. I remember when we talked and you cried tears of joy and healing was in the sky. Our hearts soared to spiritual heights as realizations of love filled our eyes. I remember when you took my…
The burden of Truth is heavy. Sometimes it feels like too much to bear. The weight of knowledge is forever. It grips the heart with an icy stare.
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