A Silence to a Scream

Torn asunder.
Pour us under.
Good lumber.
Burns quicker.
Pour your liquor.
Pour your soul.
Watch the fire consume your desires as you try to fill the hole.
I draw maps with no tracks just places I will never reach.
Talking smack with no tact to people I'll never meet.
I yell at my love then crumble at her feet.
The clubs and back alleys are mine to creep.
Impress us and we'll follow like sheep.
We are the lost. We are the weak.

Souls' sadness.
Becoming madness.
Bad habits.
Becoming magnets.
You can't attack it.
Only catch it.
And if we had a dollar for everytime we've been let down.
We'd buy a machine and burrow into the ground.
The darkness would numb us until we drowned.
Who dares to stare and make us found?
You have taste of our fates but you make no sound.
So please say our names and say them loud.
Become something above the crowd.

Nostalgia

I look back at blog posts I have written three years ago and see that I am dealing with the same stuff that I was dealing with back then. I'm not sure whether that's discouraging or encouraging...

I may say it's discouraging because I haven't overcome the issue, but I could say it's encouraging because it enforces my belief that this is a process. What I do realise is that words that I wrote back then that sounded good to me but were never a reality are now truer than true. As opposed to back then when life felt like a steady grind, I understand now that I am sharper because of it.

The final hurdle is approaching. Once I am over it, it becomes no longer an issue knowing when to jump, but pushing to finish well.

His Fury

The empowerment of a man by God is something truly special. It is the impartation of all the man has doubted he was. It is the word of God piercing his heart and saying, 'I trust you' and 'I believe in you' and convincing the man of the intention of God's creation. It is the Father of all telling him that enough is enough. A fury then erupts through the body of the man, he drops to his knees, he pounds his fist and he screams into the dirt. His breathing is heavy and his eyes wide as the truest words that have ever been spoken come into his soul: 'Through me you will conquer.'

If he regards God's words as holy and pure, then there will be nothing God cannot do through him. All principalities and powers should beware, this man is a son of God.