Serated Cacophony of the Heart

           1.

I walk in victory now…

rejecting all lies that makes the  world turn,

the rules of the natural has now been broken,

For it’s really the power of the heavens that makes us be,

You can claim reality is the benchmark for all,

Not true! for all that stands sall be laid to dust,

Rise up and reject! For it’s the salt that makes all real!

                  2.

I was broken to a million pieces

a hope deferred, a dream long stone dead,

I drifted as a ghost in the cold night wind,

Unsure of my path,searching for the key from this hate,

But today it’s a diffrent story now…

                                         for I have came back from the dead!

Adversity is now long past gone, a chain I now shall cast away

For three nails are my deliverance,

the cause for justification, the cause to celebrate,

You can say it’s symbolic…but to me it’s a lot more,

For it’s the blood that flows in all,

the air for which we breathe!

              3.

Bind the tongue of the wicked,

For the lies they make are mere

murmurs with no substance,

Dance and jive to the way of the father!

the Word, the Light, the Path

Death to all pricipalities of the mind!

For it’s only thorugh His Love

One is set free!

                 4.

It’s is not by hardened hands I am talented,

Nor by my words I am hip…

Look above, brothers and sisters!

Here is the fire that burns!

The anointing the power from above,

the bullet that kills all festering lies!

Say all you want… for it seem to mean nothing to you…

your labours begat the fruits of pain,

your pride is your ultimate noose,

For this is my submission,

My surrendor of all my pains to the cross,

For didn’t he bleed for you? For us?…

For the very redemption of mankind from our burdens?

Justifications Amidst the Vortex

What am I to do, my friend?

What am i going to do?

These  lamentations I make…

pointless mocking of crows

bringing me down to my very knees

Rise up, says He… for the sun of rightiousness

continues to shine,

for what the world sees,

is testament to it’s own blindness.

Dead is their work… for the word or truth shall always prevail.

Pondering against the Logic of Despair

It would be easiy for me close the chapter now,

An exit wound for an eternity,

A bullet for every  cent of my troubles,

But here I am… with broken bread and a cup of wine…

insignificant it may seem… a symbolism seemingly cliched…

Still… it is a gentle reminder to all of us,

For our existence s may never be acknowledged by the world

But it definately means more to Him, Our Father.