Poetic License

E’yen A. Gardner

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Copyright © 2011 by E’yen A. Gardner

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To my loves, Maia, Arin, J’sun, Raya, Lesa, Kyan, and Bria,

You are my inspiration for writing.

I love you dearly.

"We are all taught to nurture our bones, our spirit and our minds, but little instruction is given to protecting and allowing the seed of creativity to grow.”

-Trish Arnold

Birth of Creativity

Empty pages haunt me,

wondering what will be.

I look to the voice

that speaks life.

How can I perform?

How can I create?

The art of truth,

floods my soul.

I cannot die,

I discover.

My hand writes,

singing truth from within.

I believe,

I love,

I write,

I create.

Unknown

A pen commits to speak.

Words,

it cannot comprehend.

Streams of pain flow within.

The capture of one stroke

leads to free will.

Silence Speaks

Unable to speak,

I rebel.

Creating chaos,

I proceed.

Oppressed by a voice

that is speechless,

I open my mouth,

challenging the walls that enclose.

Chambers of love

compel me to breathe.

I inhale freedom.

My voice speaks.

The End

Speak to me for your voice is LIFE!

Is the end as frightening as it seems?

What am I missing?

Is your desire to scare?

With no understanding,

fear comes.

Nothing happens.

I turn to love,

I focus on you.

Challenging the lies,

I find truth.

Forever enlightened by your touch,

I rest in your presence.

Broke Open

Carrying a burden,

I pray.

I am broke open.

Exposed.

Unashamed.

Relieved.

Opinions matter little.

Who you see is who I

choose

to be.

Fearless

No longer able to avoid,

I stand.

As I open my eyes,

shadows surround me.

"I am fearless."

Shadows laugh.

"I am fearless."

Shadows laugh.

Death appears - I live.

Pain appears - I love.

Doubt appears - I trust.

Shadows appear,

I overcome.

"I am fearless."

New Thought

You lie,

creating a society

not knowing beyond your message.

Many doubt their gifts.

Hating,

they become invisible.

Uneducated,

irrelevant,

used more,

their use is less.

Accepting pennies,

deserving riches.

Emerging from chaos,

came light,

filling need.

The deceiver is defeated,

truth is exposed.

Paradise

Paradise:

An unseen world

that influences the seen.

Following the path,

I encounter loss.

Drifting away,

I am lost.

Holding the dream,

I look up.

I find,

Paradise,

is mine.

Late Nights

Thought after thought,

how can I rest?

Life is crazy,

things aren’t what they seem.

Matter changes,

beliefs expand.

Reflections of Past

Through invisibility,

I am seen

walking the earth.

Rejected by pride,

I am hidden.

Changing colors,

traveling time.

I have not left,

I reflect.

Years become moments,

moments become years.

As matter conquers time,

the old looks to the young,

the young looks to the old.

Time has passed,

yet the reflection remains.

Perspective

My perspective is different.

I travel beyond certainty.

Tailor made,

conditioned to find truth.

Reality can’t be shipped first class,

it sticks.

I can’t be wiped away.

Define character,

find a path.

Clarity reveals vision.

Vision opens doors.

Doors create possibilities.

Possibilities create impossibilities.

Impossibilities lead to a new perspective.

Worldview

The sound of joy vibrates.

I sense closeness,

I follow the moment of breath.

Unexpected expectations

cause fear.

Our hands are connected,

yet our voice different.

Understand?

Your choice is mine.

Clashing against pavement,

I fight for control,

I can’t change what you chose to follow.

The script has been rewritten,

why are we reading an old copy?

Choppy lines causes rain to fall,

empty pages open new views,

working together to create our worldview.

Little Boy “Fro”

Fro do you hear me?

You laugh.

Explain your joy,

you know something I don’t.

What is the plan?

Languages merge

as you delight.

You point

to love,

I grab hold.

I understand now,

I laugh.

~ Inspired by my Kyan

Tears Fall

Boiling over a look,

I express pain,

not understanding.

Will it ever get easy?

Will I ever understand?

As the tears fall,

the burden lifts.

I wipe my eyes,

seeing clearly ahead.

I move forward.

Ever Present

Where I am,

you are.

Regarding the moments you give,

the smile you reflect,

the time you protect.

Ever present.

A gift,

labeled to

me.

Confession

I don’t want to be proper,

I want to express.

I want to project

a message that can be felt.

Not correct,

but honest.

Not refined,

but authentic.

The beauty of confession is hard to accept.

Yet,

in revealing ignorance,

growth

begins.

Stress

What do you want?

Your poison is deadly,

causing me to hate.

Illusions are temporary,

you will not destroy me.

Walking on rough edges,

towards a fall,

I turn.

Resisting,

forgetting,

with hope I stand.

Discovering love,

I live.

Uneven Walls

Uneven walls surround me.

I struggle to get past.

I can run,

which direction?

I hear the sound of good things.

I see light,

yet these walls

hinder appreciation.

Time will not obey,

yet the light stands still.

I touch the surface,

failing to see depth,

I can no longer wait.

I must move.

I give myself permission,

I accept.

The illusion ends,

the walls dissolve,

I appreciate the light.

I am Covered

Darkness surrounds.

With warmth of a comforter,

Your touch fills my soul.

I am covered.

Darkness surrounds.

With strength of a savior,

Your voice guides my steps.

I am covered.

Darkness surrounds.

With beauty of a rainbow,

Your peace invades my mind.

I am covered.

Darkness surrounds.

With openness of a friend,

Your compassion heals my condition.

I am covered.

Darkness surrounds.

I discover light

in love.

I am covered.

Empty

What I possess is taken.

No one cares.

I believed in you,

why is it wrong to help myself?

I have no money,

I have no hope,

I am empty.

What do you want from me?

I have nothing to offer.

I guess I’m selfish,

it could be worse.

I know there’s a way,

please show me.

I have given my heart,

I am sold on your plan,

please don’t leave me empty.

I trust you.

Even when I am empty,

I am full.

Playing God

I laugh at dust

that I can’t see.

Play God?

I don’t want the job.

Is it a crime

to share?

Is it a crime

to be honest?

Play God?

I’m not that kind.

Play God?

I don’t play, I am.

Play God?

Love does not play.

Play God?

No, I am Love.

~ Inspired by a critic

A Grain

With one grain,

it all began.

Where it starts

is where it ends,

in your hand.

Covered by the Son,

fueled by the source,

we devise a plan.

Expanding beyond comfort,

potential is realized.

Given new limits,

our spirit is released.

Creating a world,

with a single

grain.

Missing the Message

As I push the button,

I ignore the magnitude of my decision.

Shutting out love,

I work to maintain productivity.

I rebel,

moving,

going nowhere.

I try harder,

ignoring the truth,

hating my path.

My image is shattered,

my dream unrealized,

holding regret,

depression wins.

A barrel to my head I shake.

Time to end it but I can’t.

I turn.

I see what I missed.

I open it,

a message from Love.

Inscribed to me,

“Love you.”

Parallel

Lives that never cross,

connect.

A line with no color,

moves.

Disappearing

from plain sight.

Giving the illusion

of conformity.

A line,

free of time,

expands.

Unlocking borders,

moving,

never wavering,

never stopping,

constantly progressing

to its endless destination.

The One Who Saves

I followed a voice

to this place.

Laying face down,

covered in sand,

burning,

thirsty.

How foolish am I to follow

a voice?

Bitterness rises,

I begin to hate what I’ve become.

Exposed for what purpose?

I cannot quench my thirst.

Then I notice a cup full of water.

I ponder for a second,

then I drink.

My soul refreshed,

my vision renewed,

I hear the voice.

I ask,

“Where are you?”

“Within you.”

The Heart of an Artist

As is the color of rain,

so is my soul before you.

Colors merge in ways,

revealing reflections.

The water is fresh,

the wind speaks,

unlocking a story.

A man sitting on a horse

looks to the sky.

As the clouds move on,

the path is clear.

Colors merge in ways,

revealing reflections,

exposing a painting

yet to be expressed.

Though,

it lives.

Friendly Call

Got a call today

from a friend.

Wanted to know

why I do,

what I do.

Could not understand

my life.

Called me irrational

stubborn,

unwise.

He demanded that I follow him.

I reply,

“No.”

He challenged me to take his advice.

I reply,

“No.”

He said,

“Either you change

or I’ll hang up.”

I reply,

“Bye.”

Chasing Lack

Chasing a dream

that was given.

By the expectations of others,

I travel from one pit to the next.

Looking for something,

Someone that will

fill the holes that

torment me.

Empty pockets.

A closet full of unfulfilled dreams.

I long for a feeling

that never materializes,

thinking the next time will be different.

Looking,

searching,

chasing a next

that is always three steps ahead.

Chasing ghosts

who fill my mind with wishful thinking

but give only empty promises.

Unsatisfied,

I regret.

How foolish I’ve been

to follow things that do not exist.

Standing

with holes in my shoes,

I feel warmth.

Working with holes in my pockets,

I am loved.

Living with holes,

I am satisfied.

With expectation of nothing,

I discover everything.

The Cell

Enclosed in prison,

looking for a way out.

I plead for freedom,

my request is denied.

Traveling down a dark corridor,

death awaits me as I enter my cell.

Hopeless,

alone,

tired.

I place my hands on a rope.

With the help of death,

I tie it around my neck.

As I take my last breath,

the cell opens.

My tormenters take the rope off of me,

rushing me out of the cell,

“You are free to go.”

I knew of my guilt,

I was convinced of my punishment.

However, they found evidence otherwise,

proof that the execution for the crime

had already occurred.

“Who would have paid for my life?”

I ask.

They reply,

“You are free to go,

your father will know.”

I turn to see my father

standing with open arms.

Unwilling to let me go.

I ask,

“Who took my place?”

“Your brother’s life has freed you this day,

He could not see you die.

The chains are gone,

the crime is behind us.”

“You are free, let’s go home.”

Lost luggage

At the end of the terminal,

I wait to claim my possession.

All that I value is in this bag.

I see smiles

covering the faces of little ones

that found their lives.

Turning,

falling,

as lives move down the conveyer.

Then all life is gone,

picked up by their creators,

the conveyer is empty.

I stand,

looking for life.

Pacing anxiously down the aisle,

panicking.

This cannot happen right now.

My life is lost,

a creator with no creation.

What can I do?

I placed my life in unstable hands,

now life is lost.

Suddenly,

the conveyer moves,

I see life coming.

Taking my life in hand,

I hold it tight.

I proceed to the nearest exit,

entering the world,

embracing the life that I found.

The Bird

Unlock the mind.

Light,

expanding the idea,

the thought

becomes solid.

Differences are settled,

lines withdrawn.

Working with clear focus,

journeying through time.

The color of red

shines over the horizon.

As feet slide

without cause,

the right is challenged

by the left.

The thought grows,

destroying the foundation that was laid,

warring against the ideals that set the world.

Notice the bird

as it rests on the branch.

Looking for food and safety,

its eyes look to the ground,

frightened.

Which direction to go?

Launching towards the sky,

its wings expand,

lifted by the weight

of the wind.

Yielding to a power that guides,

the bird flies to heights

the flock never approached.

The bird evolves,

transforming through flight,

expanding in thought,

creating a new reality,

the bird is life.

Dream Giver

The world is scattered,

dreams are broken.

You saw dreams

floating in the sky,

you took them

in your hand.

In darkness

you restore dreams.

Placing them from your hands into hearts,

sealing a connection that is eternal.

Through love,

life begins,

and dreams come true.

Silence Please

With a wave of emotions,

balance is lost,

propelling all muscles to the ground.

Fighting the waves,

control cannot be earned.

In the pit of emotions reality comes,

revealing the flaws of perceptions.

Breaking the cycle of confusion,

unraveling the voices of fools,

evicting the noise of idle words.

The waves recede back into the sea,

calming the waters,

clearing the path

for complete silence.

Distractions

Have you not learned that I have moved on?

I see your plan,

it won’t work.

I surrender,

not playing the game.

You can’t take away my happiness.

Happiness is my choice,

love is my solution,

grace is my weapon.

Defeated?

Not at all.

My strength endures.

I am given to the process,

I am open to truth,

I am better than ever.

Thank you for motivation

to lift the extra weight.

Thank you for doubting,

thank you judging.

You are a great friend,

you get the best out of me.

Thanks for the ride,

now I must go.

Critics

When did your thoughts become truth?

Challenging the greatness in others,

never finding it in your self.

On the sideline looking for an audience,

building wealth off of the talent of creators.

You cannot see the pain you cause,

the lives you ruin.

Life does not revolve around your validation,

you’re small and your words are false.

You could never do what you criticize in others.

It is okay,

for in spite of your lies,

you are loved.

The moment you criticize

is the moment you are forgiven.

Behind your bravado is a heart looking for love,

a place where you can be accepted.

I can’t take that away from you,

so speak your lies.

Speak through ignorance,

for acceptance comes not from you

but from me.

Your criticism has helped me

to love the person I am.

Without you,

I would not have found me.

Thank you critic,

you do your job,

I will do mine.

Christians

Conformed to an ideal,

your image is hidden

through fear of change.

Thoughts are deemed evil,

they speak of love

yet they hate all that are different.

In concentration camps

they exist,

breathing in poison

as they slowly waste away.

Pitiful and small,

they can’t see their wealth.

Losing it all over old words from

misunderstood heroes.

Living under a title

that carries no power.

A house full of fools that

create a world of false hope.

What purpose is a key,

when you can’t find the door?

Yet as they sleep,

love breathes,

inspiring the image to be uncovered.

A light shines on all,

giving life,

consuming the past,

revealing a new world

filled with LOVE.

Insecure

Haunted by ghosts that live in my closet,

no one believes me.

What can I do?

Cannot describe what I have become.

I’m possessed by abilities

that control my every move.

The heartbeat

of my soul is squeezed.

I want to leave

but every room I enter

leads me back to darkness.

Words are fuel that can

decorate the sky with clouds,

but in darkness words only cause fog.

The tempest stems from a pride

that won’t let go,

destroying order,

assaulting lives.

When does the cycle end?

Cluttered ideas fill the room,

displaying passion that hides doubt.

Snared by the heart of desire,

I lose time growing old with no idea.

Patient,

discovering the school of rock,

pointing towards the avenue of fear.

The hand points in both directions,

cultivating a chain that separates

light from darkness,

disrupting the elements of worth,

giving new meaning to ability.

The idea breathes,

enlarging.

It points,

encompassing the in,

releasing the cure.

No Need

In a valley

looking at a dam,

there are cracks in the wall,

I reflect on what was.

Flocks run in all directions,

making a hopeless attempt for safety.

Yet stillness possesses me,

unmoved by the sight of danger,

I hide my fear.

Where can I go?

No need to cry,

no need to run,

no need for anger.

Needs create wants,

wants create unhappiness,

unhappiness creates bitterness,

bitterness creates death.

I am no longer afraid of the flood,

I embrace the present.

The water breaks through the dam,

harming the fearful.

As it heads towards me,

my heart is at peace with the world.

The flood encompasses my home,

yet does not touch me.

As soon as it came it went.

Life is still,

as the world is restored to order,

creating a world with no need.

True Success

How do you define success?

Surrounded by light as

corners capture your reflection,

questions come from strangers,

looking to fit you higher than you are.

The image loses its color

as it endures altering,

decorating you in a fashion

that withholds truth.

Yearning for stillness in the midst of chaos,

your time vanishes away.

Leaving you all alone

with no worshippers to praise you.

Left with old posters of a life

you once lived,

contemplating suicide,

so that your name can be heard again.

Notwithstanding the shame,

you pick up the pen you lost.

Grabbing a ripped piece of paper,

you write from a place

that your fame never reached.

Uncovering paradise

where new life dwells,

you move towards love,

discovering your heart,

realizing true success.

Thinking Double

Waves,

collide against rocks,

causing the seat to be broken.

Trees shake.

Nests fall.

Birds fly in search of home,

the ability of the young is stunted.

With no lesson,

they fall from love to prey,

as predators surround.

Holes appear

as they bury the dead.

With no airflow,

lungs collapse,

letting the water of time

to flood the soul.

The beauty of love is covered by tears

as aches of betrayal

unleash a beast from hell,

destroying the atmosphere

with the smoke from the pit.

A fire lit in ice.

Unsure of the distance,

a boat drifts in the rain.

Moving with the waves,

it collides against rocks,

breaking a seal that was

hidden in the earth.

The earth shakes

as the foundation of the world falls.

The vulnerable are without homes

as selfish pursuits are made.

The hope of the future is halted

with no intelligence.

Children fall,

becoming the victims of hungry souls

that prey on weak.

The casualties are large

as the dead are flung into the water.

The grief covers the earth in tears

as revenge purposes its way into beauty.

The spirits of hate reigns in

the cold hearts of men,

setting the world on fire.

The cause:

A double mind.

A Tree

The forgotten savior,

the neglected soul.

Chopped down before its time,

murdered, but there is no justice.

Its resources stolen for the survival of the needy.

Where is the thank you?

As the wither victim

clings to its root,

the native of every country but

subject to ignorant plans.

Who will plead its case?

Who will help mend the wounds?

Not one.

In spite of all the destruction all around,

its branches remain surrendered,

awaiting its time to be sacrificed.

Choosing to love the ungrateful through death,

it transforms the lives of all it touches,

with the tattoos of many,

it carries life to the receiver.

Unable to stand,

it still remains strong.

Saving the world,

as well as your soul.

Lovely day

The wind moves across the grass,

writing messages of love from the sky.

Magnificent colors arise

as the wings fly near by.

The heart of a king smiles,

regarding a treasure

that increases over time.

The joy has filled the kingdom

as the day goes by.

Beauty arises.

Love reigns upon all.

Destiny

Do you believe in destiny?

The invisible hand of a friend,

writing lyrics to a song

yet to be heard.

Labeled by a pen

with ink that never dries.

The path of rocks are smoothed

in accordance to time.

It is well.

It is so.

Written under covers of love,

unfolding the power of sound,

as the voice travels from birth.

Truth prevails,

refining the tool

to resemble the architect.

In the hand of the creator,

oneness is found.

Destiny expressed.

My Own Man

Whispers

fill the air.

No clear space,

forcing the whispers

to become thoughts.

Thoughts that manipulate the innocent.

Enabling a course of action

that defies nature.

The desires of liars

invade truth,

taking it captive.

No light.

No rights.

The shell

lives in pollution,

ignorant to the toxins,

energy is corrupted.

By the ideas of fools,

consumption brings emptiness,

parasites grow within.

At the place of execution,

the innocent stand still.

Justified by righteousness

rather than committee,

it shames the tormentors,

taking the captors captive.

Releasing the aurora of love

into the shell,

filling the soul with truth.

Reuniting the soul to its home,

giving place to new thoughts,

new dreams.

The shell becomes a man,

expressing the power of love

within the world.

Heaven

Paradise.

Mansions.

Beaches.

Clear water.

Trees full of color.

Light covers the atmosphere.

No care.

No empty desire.

Simply love.

Do you see heaven?

Is it a place where your lack is removed?

Is it a place where you are free to do as you please?

A place where worry ends, where death is powerless?

Heaven,

the place of abundance,

eternal freedom,

where all come to know and love God.

Heaven,

the hope for a future

where the sinners will be exiled,

where the saints can live in peace,

the manufactured destination of hypocrites and liars.

Heaven,

the place of innocence and acceptance

in a suffering world.

Eyes look for a place

that brings a new beginning.

Turning away from the earth,

yet unable to grasp

the place of tranquility.

Heaven,

a fool’s dream turned nightmare,

trying to escape a world

without understanding its purpose.

Unable to find a way out of the world,

the heart is broken through pressure.

Given to sorrow,

the heart rises,

lifting the head upward.

Heaven is discovered.

A place hidden in plain sight,

the most peculiar place.

The heart of man,

the depth of the soul

uncovering the dreams.

The passion,

the power of love,

filling the mind with all the presence of God.

Giving the body courage,

healing the soul from depravity.

Heaven,

manifest within,

no longer a fool’s dream,

but a vivid reality.

The Design

Walking pieces everywhere.

Turning,

learning,

falling down with no care.

The time to define has come,

as the pieces align as one.

Ignoring the power of unity,

they break the code,

harming the soul.

With one piece,

the world comes to a halt.

Left with one option,

someone has to pay the cost.

The piece took the cover,

spreading out wide.

For the hopes and dreams of all,

the piece died.

A light broke forth,

towards the heavens it shined.

Enlightening all pieces to the one true design.

Vision Statement

As the letter awaits the seal,

thoughts drift through the mind,

piecing together the actions with words.

Where do I see this line in ten years?

Will it be as it states?

Will life take hold of time?

Causing and effecting the agreement

yet to be signed,

how foolish this all seems,

as distractions fill the room.

One thought,

one action,

new vision.

Can there be trust

when the mind is so fragile?

With no reason the seal is made.

Crippling the effects of fear,

with no law in mind,

the body achieves greatness.

Blurry vision is rectified by frames,

exposing the beauty of self.

With wealth in hand,

the seal is honored,

enabling the vision to become the statement.

Power nap

Plugged in but no strength to turn on.

Dust collects,

depriving desire from materializing,

depending on a creator that ignores prayers,

hope fleets away.

As the creator smiles over all creation,

you seem to be ignored.

Looking down on what the creator sees,

your eyes soften.

All around is despair,

a dry wilderness with no wind to escape to.

The creator turns towards you.

Ignoring the dust

you once deplored,

you eagerly wait.

As a hand pushes forward,

you breathe,

unleashing a power so fierce that

it brings life to all creation.

As dust falls off the wings,

new life invades the atmosphere.

The creator turns towards you,

smiles pulling you to a sudden stop.

Work is complete

as you take rest.

Plugged in full of power,

resting in peace.

Beauty beyond sight

The world was framed by your smile,

your words so innocent and pure.

You direct me with your eyes,

leading me to my deepest desire.

More than a friend,

I learn from your touch,

moving hand and hand to a place called love.

No care

as your love speaks,

shaking the pillars of my soul.

Uncovering a treasure

that I have longed desired,

my love arrives,

covering all darkness with beauty.

Taking the weed,

transforming it into a flower.

The world is lit by you

as the shadows fade by your foot steps.

You are my heart,

my heart is yours.

Little angel from on high,

I bow to your feet

as I adore your beauty.

The Wind

As I am awaken by a roar,

I lay still imagining a world

where the controls weren’t so remote.

With no escape,

the house moves.

As walls protect

the angels that rest,

how small I am

in an uncontrollable universe.

In awe,

I see a hand that directs the wind away.

The force turns toward all that is before me,

Crushing all that has hindered my way.

The wind.

A formidable adversary,

now is a cherished ally.

As the peace of life rests on me,

I close my eyes,

dreaming of the God

who controls the wind.

Master of past

I am the master of my past.

What has came

has no power over me.

I overcome all that is behind me.

I am the master of my past.

Left with an eye that

sees the journey of others,

I free slaves,

giving life to all that are bound.

I accept my path,

I will lead others to theirs.

I am the master of my past.

New Idea, New Life

Undisclosed with no support,

the idea sags.

Gravity forcing my mind to resist,

I won’t let go.

My mind is no competition for the law,

I am determined,

whatever I do,

the law binds me.

As the seed is watered

through the tears of others,

the energy creates a noise

that churns within.

It erupts

with nothing

to contain the sound.

The ground shakes,

the way is unsure,

yet the idea grows,

taking up space.

The powers that be,

run scared of losing their comfort.

Building in a wasteland,

the idea becomes a part of the ground it rest on.

Taking in oxygen as

the ground takes in carbon dioxide,

the flow of life blossoms.

As it evicts doubt and fear,

the new tenant moves in.

Living a better life now

with the help of the idea.

A community comes together,

as one brightens the lives of all,

leading all closer to a light

that can never go out.

With Me

A hand crushes my lungs.

though gasping for breath.

Suffering,

yet at peace.

Circumstance cannot alter my faith,

I am comforted.

Nothing dies in your presence.

The wounds they inflict,

you mend.

The slander they speak,

you silence.

I cannot be defeated.

You are greater than my enemies,

how can I fear

when you are with me?

Though I die,

I live,

for love is with me.

Seeds of Creativity

Six seeds,

one pot.

Struggling in dirt,

looking for home.

As one matures,

it spurts out of the ground,

as the others seeds grow not far behind.

Comparing the uniqueness of each other,

they claim flaws.

Distancing themselves from shame,

they witness love.

Underneath connected,

the transformation begins.

In perfect unity,

the seeds blossom into creativity.

Spilled Milk

Everything is order,

order is law.

Nothing is everything,

everything is order,

order is law.

Life is nothing,

nothing is everything,

everything is order,

order is law.

Color is life,

life is nothing,

nothing is everything,

everything is order,

order is law.

Chaos is color,

color is life,

life is nothing,

nothing is everything,

everything is order,

order is law.

Love is chaos,

chaos is color,

color is life,

life is nothing,

nothing is everything,

everything is order,

order is law.

God is LOVE,

LOVE is chaos,

chaos is color,

color is life,

life is nothing,

nothing is everything,

everything is order,

order is law.

God is LOVE,

LOVE is chaos,

chaos is color,

color is life,

life is nothing,

nothing is everything,

everything is order,

order is law.

Law is spilled milk,

spilled milk is law,

law is order,

order is everything,

everything is nothing,

nothing is life,

life is color,

color is chaos,

chaos is love,

LOVE is God.

Superhuman

Drinking the blood of God,

transforms the flawed man.

Shedding light through darkness,

clinching the fist,

the earth is shaken to its core.

Invading space,

he creates enemies.

Unfazed by plans,

the Son burns the ridges of the sky.

All is exposed.

Scrambling for cover,

fear spreads.

The breath of danger

withers trees.

The end is here.

With one last glimpse of what is,

the eye blinks.

It’s gone,

utter light exists.

Like the cleaning of feet,

all dirt has washed away.

The thought bows under the reign of God.

Order restored,

love seen,

creation appreciated.

Life timeless,

fully present,

fully perfect,

superhuman.

Eternal Life

Negativity invades my space,

I don’t know how to escape it,

the stress of the fight is killing me.

The knowledge of goodness fades,

as I fail to remember the light.

In a downward spiral,

I cling onto the hope of love.

As debris falls upon me,

the earth shakes.

Swallowing all dirt

as my grip slides,

I hear a voice say,

“Let Go.”

Afraid,

I hold on.

I fall.

What seems like an eternity,

is but a moment.

Exposed to a world full of color and beauty,

I forget the former.

With eyes open,

I see the source of

the voice I heard

through the reflection in the stream.

I am life.

I am immortal.

Your Eyes

Moments have become years yet

I think of your smile.

Intrigued by mystery,

I pursue what is under the cover.

Longing for affection,

I penetrate your skin,

engaging in lawlessness

as we drip in lust.

The desire of animals,

kindles a fire that can only

be quenched by a kiss.

As we lay in silence,

the spirit lifts.

Afraid of what lays next,

I turn to the wall.

No words are exchanged

as rings reconnect with their resting place.

A door opens.

I see love.

Tears fall.

The captivating mirage has disappeared

as love walks away.

Reality sets in,

blurry vision turns clear,

it’s only a thought.

I turn towards love,

ignoring lust as it walks by.

Is That Right?

Two extremes don’t make it right.

As the conflict wages on,

each side looks for ammunition,

trying to gain an advantage.

Using the manual,

but not trusting the instructions,

they bend it to their liking.

Truth that is bent is a lie.

Truth needs no defense,

it always reflects truth.

Sides fight to possess truth,

yet can’t stand to accept it,

so they create their own.

They polish it,

they master it,

they love it.

The purpose of war is to force “truth” on others,

to make it law throughout the world.

A knee may bow but it still is a lie,

truth remains even when the world won’t accept it.

As the sides fight on,

they don’t recognize they are one,

fighting not each other but truth,

their “right” is wrong.

Is that right? Or is it left?

Are they moving forward or backwards?

Truth takes on all challengers with no weapon to strike,

it allows enemies to inflict pain with no retaliation.

In love,

truth wears down their attempts,

opening eyes to what is in plain sight.

We are one.

With a simple glimpse of truth,

peace overcomes the world.

As weapons fall,

LOVE reigns in the heart of all.

God Love You

This old man today told me,

“God loves you.”

I said,

“I don’t believe He does.

You know what, I don’t believe in God.”

He said,

“Why not?”

I said,

“Because if God was real and He loved me,

my life would not be so messed up.”

He said,

“God loves you.”

I thought,

“This man is completely out of his mind.”

Then he said,

“One question, if God created the world and time,

would He be subject to his creation?”

I said, “No.”

He said,

“So, if God is not subject to time,

can his love be with you even now?”

I said,

“I guess so, but I have not seen His love.”

He said,

“Maybe you do not see it

because you look in your past instead of your now.”

“I told you, God loves you, not God loved you.

His love is with you now.”

“To see it, you must believe in it this moment,

for through the eyes of love,

even the past looks brighter.”

The man got me thinking.

God does love me,

I was just blind to it.

God loves you!

(Such a powerful statement; never realized it until now).

Life of Procrastination

A nation is born through the slumber of one,

fully awake yet no movement.

The moments of clarity pass,

giving way to the train of frustration.

With a chain,

the body is pulled.

Breaking bones,

stretching skin.

All rights are stripped,

forced to choose hard labor or die.

All happiness dissipates.

Living hard to strengthen its new master,

all are at war with the one who wars against self.

When you don’t value freedom you lose it,

becoming a slave to your own conceit,

robbing others of happiness through your arrogance.

What a waste of time.

No longer worthy of breath,

death comes.

Taking back what was unappreciated,

returning it to its rightful owner.

The World

What will be?

In each moment spent

thinking of the future,

is lost appreciating the present.

The gift of life is now.

Unlocking dimensions through choices,

replenishing the earth through desire.

Love,

the force that fuels all life.

Dwells within,

a timeless gift,

To a world yet to be fully revealed.

Anxiety

Trying to calm a raging sea within my soul,

holding all the cards

but blind to their power.

I fight a losing battle against myself,

the thoughts of failure invade time,

causing me to fear life.

Will it end because of thought?

I think not.

Giving in to the feeling of hopelessness,

I carved out a headstone.

Releasing victory and failure all in one breath,

hating all that smile with no care.

Why?

For I care.

I am concerned.

I am anxious.

This hurts like hell,

however,

life must go on.

Why should I care?

I know I can survive.

What good is fear when it

no longer exists in your mind?

With the blink of an eye,

the anxiety is gone.

The heart returns to order,

releasing love to all members,

the mouth gives way to a smile.

Mother

The dream is the same each night.

I see my mom in the hospital

looking anxiously for her baby boy.

I am separated from her

by a huge mass of water,

I can’t reach her.

When I wake up,

I am shaken.

Why is this happening?

My mother has been gone since I was a boy,

the death remains framed in my mind.

The preacher said,

“She is in a better place,”

but I did not see Jesus with her.

I saw her alone,

looking for me.

Tears fall,

I cannot understand the pain that aches within.

I want my mom,

I need to feel her touch once again.

What hurts the most,

I never said ‘bye.’

Living with an open door,

I want to see her face.

So I close my eyes in hope,

I wait for sleep to overtake me.

As I sigh,

she appears.

She is in the kitchen.

Cooking was her passion.

The smell of food melts the barrier between us.

I stand next to her,

she smiles and awakens

a light within me.

She takes my hand,

placing it on my heart.

Saying I am here,

kissing me on the forehead.

The door closes,

she disappears.

I awake,

standing in the kitchen.

Unable to speak of the joy I experienced,

I say ‘goodbye.’

The death of the devil

The idol has fallen,

taken by the hands of fierce warriors.

Stripped of life,

the lifeless form is paraded through the streets.

Shots are fired in the air,

symbolizing the end of a long war.

The lifeless one is hung on a cross

for all to see.

Shouts of the ignorant fill the air.

Men drunken in their lust for hate,

they ignore a young boy

standing next to the devil of the east.

The boy stares up at the devil.

Realizing the power he had,

the influence he wielded over the world.

He touches the devil’s feet with his lips,

the spirit falls on him.

His eyes turn red,

looking at the soldiers with despise,

the animal snarls.

The death of one devil

is the birth of another.

As the boy turns away,

He mutters, “Goodbye, Father.”

First Impressions

The phone rings,

connecting the lives of strangers.

With a slight sigh,

introductions begin.

As the conversation ascends,

comfort is realized,

causing the soul to rest.

Revealing the person beyond the voice,

lifting the barrier of insecurity.

Uncovering a new thought

that conjures up emotions,

voices connect,

traveling the waves of a thought,

to a new reality.

No Quit

No matter the obstacle,

you will find

NO quit in me.

When no one else believes,

you will find

NO quit in me.

When left all alone,

you will find

NO quit in me.

In face of failure,

you will find

NO quit in me.

When the verdict is guilty,

you will find

NO quit in me.

In defeat,

you will find

NO quit in me.

In face of death,

you will find

NO quit in me.

Seek, find, discover, love.

The Amazing One

In the root of discovery,

I notice your print.

I perceived to know your ways

to uncover new colors,

unlearning the pattern of the past,

I seize the unassuming present.

The rigors of time have failed me,

yet there remains redemption.

The holes of old ways

expose the longing of the warm soul.

The simplicity of comfort is found,

accessing a pathway of love to render good to all.

The Amazing one.

Never forceful,

but powerful.

So simple,

yet breathtaking.

The hand of a friend that

guides my footsteps.

Never apart,

pressing,

squeezing

all that is lovely out of me.

Place of innocence

The sound of children playing

fills my ears.

I close my eyes,

traveling to a time when life was weightless.

Following a path that binds,

I bend and pull my way through.

Expanding the steps of others,

I reach the center.

Waiting for the next to arrive,

I close my eyes.

The sound of children playing

fills my ears.

I sigh,

releasing weight into weightlessness.

His Story

Is ‘all right,’ a lie?

Planes fly,

causing thousands to die.

Leaving the innocent to mourn,

as the fighters swarm.

Why?

Is it just for gain?

Why did innocent die in vain?

A calculated attempt to promote

hate with no remorse.

As a nation grieves,

their ears are subject to lies.

Covering up the truth,

the twins are buried.

No thought,

no love,

only greed.

Fighting a war on terror

through terror.

It is wrong,

it is a lie.

Hate is hate,

your compliance is optional.

As I sit reading the newspaper,

the words lose value,

leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

The true story is not

within these pages,

but hidden in hearts of those we lost.

Pink

“It takes a real man to wear pink.”

What a joke.

Created to justify an ego,

unwilling to endure the struggle

of carrying a choice.

The man covers his fear in a color,

denouncing the love of many,

without the courage to love self.

Fueled by a movement

that is based on ignorance,

failing to recognize that

no differences exist beyond thoughts.

Living to please crowds,

the soul goes dormant.

Motivating through signs and wonder

yet nothing changes.

A distant time,

a forgotten moment,

where smiles fade into dust.

Colors fade,

merging into the light.

Blending the patterns that were separate,

producing a color that is unique and pure.

Pink.

Wasted Breath

The resistance is strong.

Pressing against the temple,

worship explodes.

Peace is surrendered.

Taken into captivity

by the zeal of fools,

circling the camp with no thought or clue.

Attitudes adorn the chosen slaves,

enabling burdens to be broken,

lives to be saved.

The adversary squeezes light,

searching for the spot it hates the most.

Closing in with piercing eyes,

he crumbles at what he finds.

The beauty he beholds,

illuminates the love in his heart.

Releasing the hurt,

he surrenders.

Taken into captivity by the one he loves,

fully free yet captivated by love.

Colored Love

Love has many colors.

It molds to the form of the receiver,

exposing the softness in the midst

of an hard exterior.

Love is black.

Covering the depths of the sea,

exemplifying strength built out of adversity,

it is innovative and proud.

Love is white.

Releasing compassion towards the hurt,

effectively exercising demons.

Progressively pursuing change.

Love is,

without flaws,

without judgment,

without barriers,

without condition,

without color.

Love is all.

All is love.

Boundaries

With seductive eyes,

the predator draws in the prey.

Portraying elements of love,

the prey is lost in the moment.

The predator watches with a smirk,

waiting for the time to devour.

Suddenly light hits,

breaking the spell.

The prey drops the bait in haste,

swiftly running to safety.

The predator is close behind.

With one motion,

the predator leaps towards the prey

but misses.

The prey breaks to the left,

entering safety.

Looking at the predator,

distraught and angry.

The predator retreats waiting for the next.

The prey returns in humility to its world,

embracing family,

loving life.

Clear Understanding

Sulking over a misunderstood moment,

the eyes moisten,

tears fall.

With no one to catch them,

they fashion the ground.

The release brings clarity,

revealing the heart,

as the mind leans in.

Giving way to a peace

that speaks without words,

allowing the body to let go of care.

Drawing strength from within,

the body thrives,

covering the coldness in warmth.

The mind thinks,

worlds emerge.

Life is aroused,

time is slowed,

understanding is found.

Lifted Hands

I lift my hands in knowledge,

knowing that I am here not on my own.

Fully aware of the power

that loves in spite of my shortcomings.

It is mercy

that I live.

It is grace

that I breathe.

It is in love

that I lift my hands.

Superstar

The lights blaze in your presence,

with hopes of seeing a new side of you.

Without flaws you appear,

playing the world to your taste,

the reality of love is altered to your view.

Blinding the ignorant

from the essence of creation,

they fall into a trance.

A slow painful death awaits them.

Without flaws you are?

Taking love away from the poor,

giving them nothing

but entertainment in return.

They live haunted by your statue

that rests in their homes.

Reminding them of what they are not,

shining down on them

with no response to their confessions.

A superstar you are.

Giving little,

consuming much.

As the age passes on,

your shine is lost.

Your statue is replaced

by a new light.

You fall into the blur.

A lost star

looking to gain acceptance,

you are forgotten.

You are presumed dead,

while you yet live.

Judgment falls heavy on your shoulders,

ridicule becomes your reality,

love becomes your jewel.

Embracing the quality

in the faces you once ignored,

you take on the role,

facing the truth,

that all are gold.

With the heart of a solider,

you uplift the plain,

revealing their wealth.

They shine,

filling the sky with stars,

the world is covered in light

through the love of one.

On to the Next

Security is breached,

sorrow realized.

The shadow looms high,

trying to guard against loss,

yet the worse has occurred.

Nothing was settled,

simply never attacked.

The anguish of failure

sucks life from the soul.

A wind blows,

capturing me from the shadows,

leading me to a room.

My legs are weak,

hard to stand.

I rest against the door,

with our embrace it opens.

All is magnificent,

ushering in a new order

fueled by LOVE.

What was lost

is forgotten,

all becomes new.

Unending Vastness

The ocean is vast.

An arrow pierces through

labels of images

that cover the sky.

Losing balance,

the sand glides.

Causing thoughts to merge,

new ideas form,

capturing the mind.

As it betrays its friends,

the order is sealed.

No escape,

incarcerated in a prison with no parole.

God Is

God is real.

You may doubt him,

you may not believe He exists,

you may have questions,

you may have been failed by men

that profess of Him.

You may have scars,

yet the truth is,

God is real.

With no frame,

the picture depreciates.

The child dies

in the hand of fools.

The animal wanders

with no direction,

yet God is real.

Your attitudes,

your emotions,

your thoughts,

all come from Him.

Your flaws,

your mistakes,

your sin,

all covered by Him.

Your ideas,

your creations,

your desires,

all given by Him.

God is real.

God is realization.

God is realized

with no regard of law,

the reality is,

God is.

Love me

A shell with no value.

Dirty,

weak,

insecure,

fulfilling lust,

betraying love,

existing with worry,

befriending fear.

The body of a coward hides.

Darkness,

poverty,

sadness,

covers all,

yet you love me.

A weed transformed into a flower,

you change me.

Overshadowing my shadows

with your smile,

causing me to see the

depth of your beauty.

Your light shines,

revealing the value of dirt.

Dirt I am,

beloved I am.

Opening my eyes

to love me,

all of me.

No shame,

no guilt,

no fear,

just love.

Time

Time.

Based on the heartbeat

of the past,

competing for recognition

that quietly withers away.

Alone.

Holding dusty trophies

that once shined brightly.

Standing under a tree,

covered in shadows,

the cool mist

refreshes the soul.

Awaking the heart

to a beat it lost,

turning the hands back,

time stands still.

Shallow water

No doubt,

I see the bottom.

No fear,

I am in control.

Building a confidence

that leads me deeper.

A hand grabs my foot,

pulling me against my will.

I am out of control,

struggling to stay above.

The rush fills my mouth,

Images of life float away.

The surface moves above,

as the sound escapes me.

Kidnapped,

I sink.

Surrendering my lungs,

I breathe.

Escaping the hand,

I float to the surface.

No fear,

I am in control.

Building confidence

that leads me deeper.

In search...

Patience

Running with no view of the end,

the wind pushes against my soul.

Urged to quit,

I press on.

Every moment is judged

as I travel on an island.

Longing for the end,

I press on.

Ignoring the jeers,

shutting out the noise,

capturing the step ahead,

overcoming barriers with each step,

rejuvenated in the moment.

The road ahead is

filled with light,

no need to fear,

for I see it all.

With each step,

I slow down,

embracing the moment

to collect my thoughts.

Capturing time

with the control of one step,

I move in stillness.

Content in the present,

allowing the end to

reach the beginning.

Human Element

With one hand,

we create.

With the other,

we fight.

What is built in love,

is destroyed in hate.

From friend to foe,

lovers to haters,

devouring one another,

for what?

The element prevents happiness,

goodness is poisoned

by the fear of the next.

This disease that causes many

to beg for a new world.

Therefore an element

is born to befriend our element.

Releasing our hope

back into this world.

Enabling us to discover courage,

to pursue peace,

the moment is one.

Ever moving,

Yet unfolding in

the element of love.

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Table of Contents

Birth of Creativity

Unknown

Silence Speaks

The EndSpeak

Broke Open

Fearless

New Thought

ParadiseParadise:

Late Nights

Reflections of Past

Perspective

Worldview

Little Boy “Fro”

Tears Fall

Ever Present

Confession

Stress

Uneven Walls

I am Covered

Empty

Playing God

A Grain

Missing the Message

Parallel

The One Who Saves

The Heart of an Artist

Friendly Call

Chasing Lack

The Cell

Lost luggage

The Bird

Dream Giver

Silence Please

Distractions

Critics

Christians

Insecure

No Need

True Success

Thinking Double

A Tree

Lovely day

Destiny

My Own ManWhispers

HeavenParadise.Mansions.Beaches.

The Design

Vision Statement

Power nap

Beauty

The Wind

Master of past

New Idea, New Life

With Me

Seeds of Creativity

Spilled Milk

Superhuman

Eternal Life

Your Eyes

Is That Right?

God Love You

Life of Procrastination

The World

Anxiety

Mother

The death of the devil

First Impressions

No Quit

The Amazing One

Place of innocence

His Story

Pink

Wasted Breath

Colored Love

Boundaries

Clear Understanding

Lifted Hands

Superstar

On to the Next

Unending Vastness

God Is

Love me

Time

Shallow water

Patience

Human Element

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