The Spirit's Summit

The slopes lie out before me in sharpened fashion. Each precious layer in line with the next; creating jagged edges and cliffs. Soaring high above the falcon sets eyes on me, ready to plunge for the thrill of the hunt. Forbearing clouds bring lift to the wings of my spirit. The skies open up and pour out heavens song. I am lost in this palette of wind and leaves. Take me back to the days where we stood naked among the trees - dancing amongst the rhubarb patches, feet planted firmly in the soil. Spoil not this vague memory echoing throughout time. There once was true peace and unity. Now however, these are to be built in me. I am saved from the clutches of the thorns. Heck, with this new guide; I plot my course straight through the brambles! Set on the summit, my eyes will not lose sight of the vision you have laid on my heart. This small rock will be shaped and chiseled until it is fit to be set upon your altar. The body, living stones, awaken and hear the sound of all creation declaring aloud the voice of the one in the wilderness. Light my path, Yahweh - Your way.

Can't Shake This Feeling

I just can't shake this feeling, like there is someone watching me from afar. I can't it out of my head that there could be more to this picture than I ever thought. I wonder, if out there, amongst the shining stars there is someone staring down at me - as though they have a view of the whole picture, the master plan, the blueprint to my life; lock and key. Again I look up and ponder the heavens, how the birds soar on nothing but gentle waves of wind. Am I living in this peace? Or will I just drown in the waves of the sea of apathy? I just can't shake this feeling.

I am the Killer

I was the one who stepped out farther than ever before. I found myself on the edge both too proud and too afraid to look back. I took the hit; I turned the page(s). Heres where I find myself surrounded. I blind myself; dumbfounded from lack of light and the cautionary voices that are customary to clients in my position. Glance down to the pulse of visceral pain - my leg torn to shreds. Reflecting back through waves of distain and memories, I sift through the void in search of truth. Then, I see the place, that everglade of permanency. You are there; so beautiful, so surreal. Unspeakable words just seem to flow, yet I know that we can never be alone until the second death. And so, unwillingly I lean towards this dangling display of enticement which lies just out of my grasp. I breach the lease and reach for the (new found) object of my affection. Caught up in whirlwind again, I remember setting the trap to catch one foolish enough to touch. Shame on me - and only me; the hunted becomes the prey.

Something Stirring Deep Within

Are you ready to have the noise brought on you? Prepare yourself for the new movement; the new sound. Shake it out baby like you've never before, cause we've found something that satisfies more that anything the world might seek to explore. We are the deplored, but they are the deprived.