Treason.

I witnessed her struggle within.
I spoke wisdom, and threatened violence.
Yet he persisted.

He lied to her heart.
"You are worthless," said he.
Her wounded soul listened to his lies.

But nearby I stood,
Sword in hand,
Book of secrets by my side.

With my book opened,
My hand raised,
I summoned the God of mercy.

In answer, he sent angels of war,
Brought to me his Holy Spirit.
And unleashed upon the enemy,
And, see, his assignment was ended!

The fog of war was lifted,
A life spared.
For God never abandons.

In our darkest hour,
He hears, he answers!
And her enemy was banished.

See this victory and know the ferocious power!
God is not weak.

Enslaved

I am enslaved,
I drink in her eyes,
More emerald than the isle.
Her laughter more intoxicating than opiates.

I cannot escape my mind,
Entangled in thoughts
Of where
And when.

Another time,
Trapped in oblivion.
What ifs cascading through eternity.
A heavy sigh of frustration.

Why must these be the rules of engagement?
Why does one arrive yet a day late?

Keeper of the Grind Stone.

The keeper of the grindstone,
Grins a darkened grin,
He knows of all our lusts,
And fills our mind with sin.

The Keeper lives in you,
Taking possession of your mind,
He fills us with empty promises,
And drinks our blood like wine.

He tells us that our fruitless work,
Will one day pay the price,
But when you think of this again,
It chills your blood like ice.

A slave to society,
And all it's pointless lies,
The keeper of the grindstone,
Lives behind your eyes.

Lost In A Sea of Oblivion

You sat next to me with a wonderful smile,
You giggled joyfully at something new.
We walked wonderously through new romance,
'Twas fresh as morning dew.

Thanksgiving day, Christmas eve,
Together we enjoyed them both,
But passed the New Year Did,
And distance came as a moth.

It ate through what we once had,
Destroyed what had started to birth.
And now the tears come through trembling sobs,
But I loved you for what it's worth.

Now I am lost in oblivion,
Your smile miles away.
I miss you like I miss the snow.
And hope to meet again someday!

Rage Beneath The Surface
As mine eyes ignite like fire,
And my veins pump with pure sulphur,
I can feel the rage within.

It becomes my fuel,
My one true inner power,
Drawn from Christ,
Flaming pure truth.

Those who believe they know,
Do not.

The arrogance is all around,
Billigerance is their fuel.
They speak lies,
And assume knowledge is all power.

They judge one another,
They believe they have absolute measure.
They do not.

My fire within becomes raging,
My fists clench,
My darkened eyes narrow angrily,
The holy rage within me seeks release.

And soon it shall have it's day.
Soon, truth shall abound.

Words I Have Not.

Somewhere, between your gladness and smile,
You have asked.

You have asked what can be done.
You have asked what can be said.
You have asked what may be arranged.
You have demanded, "Show me where this is said!"

But I sit silently.
Nothing I have will suffice.

Your anger is mindless.
You inqusitions are pointless.

Yes, you are better than I.
Are you?

Are you so wise that you can look upon me with contempt?
Or do you lack wisdom and harbor only knowledge.

Mine is a move of the soul,
Mine is a move of God,
Mine is a move of that which you don't understand.

Nay, you understand not.

Words I have not for you.

Thy adventurer, Follower of Destiny

My heart tells me I've found her.
Miles away, she is here, she is waiting to be pursued,
Discovered, admired, adored.

Do I pursue her?
Do I let the doubts of others dictate my path?
Do I trek into the unknown?

My heart demands to follow the path.
It demands personal sacrifice to find what has eluded it constantly.
It pounds.

I will find what I am sure I've been seeking.
Wild and adventurous romance,
Passion,
Love.

I go, and I will not be afraid.

Love awaits.

Whispers.

Silent. Deafening. Madenning.

My curse is this:
Never know the answer.
Never find peace.
Follow the endless path seeking truth.

Bitter winds, whispering the name... But I never hear it.