The Good Cause

Sharp as a blade, 

My words can break bones, 

Soft as a kitten,

But, twice shy once bitten,

The irrevocability of your actions,

Leads to God and man entwined,

And you will feel the bitter pain of the spiritually blind. 

Strength from within and sight from above,

The language of genius philosophy and the spoken words of love,

A cup of coffee or three and adrenaline driving through rippling muscles,

The actions of Zeus, a lightening bolt to your psyche, 

The mythical eliment is hear to confuse, but the reality of life is to grind and bruise,

To fight and hussle, when all give up, 

When they know the truth, they shut the fuck up, 

Or they pump up the evil and pretend it's you, 

But, morality and God work for the good few, 

And no matter what they say, 

You are defended by what's right, 

As evil never wins any ANY fight!

Evil is weak in every form, 

Cruelty, deception and charm, only do harm, 

It's like pride in Chess, 

If you care about winning too much, 

You will lose every time, 

Inside the game matters, 

Whereas if the game doesn't matter, but you play with love, 

You play with freedom and might from above, 

Win, lose or draw it doesn't matter,

But, life is not a game to play with with the mind of others, destroying their will power and their sanity, like a check mated King,

I have feelings, I'm not a toy or a thing. 

The genius of life is goodness.

This is the key,

If you see this in front of you your entire life,

You will see a man born not in great power, but in humility, 

The contradiction in life is greatness is small and meek, and has fragility, but is here to shuffle the pack, 

It is peaceful but with powerful words put in action, 

Walk the walk, not with a poker face, or a hidden hand, 

But, always have your hand revealed, 

As the truth is the strongest form of defence, 

It goes straight to your heart, 

Here you'll find what you truly need, 

Without lies, without hiding, without a mask, the task in life is to be who you are meant to be, 

Be yourself and be good, 

Pull up your pants and take off your hood, 

Be strong, don't be wrong, 

Fight and wage war for the good cause, 

And never EVER pause! 

Dreams

Annoyingly frustrating,

Absurdly irritating,

Hard to remember and you want to forget,

On occasion they are a delight to the mind,

Are they cruel visions or sight to the blind?

Dreams are demonic disturbance,

Rarely holiness visits us during sleep,

We must pray unceasingly to halt the demons fire, 

So their bullets bounce back and then wisdom we acquire, 

That we'll sleep deeper without that satanic touch, 

When purity enters our mind our lives improve so much. 

Though with greater purity we are attacked all the more, 

But with greater humility the devil knows the score, 

You cannot be touched, you cannot be broken, you cannot lose your faith, 

You are met by Angels not deaths scything wrathe, 

You are given life and shown mercy,

Fore power is in humility not violence, 

In the humble not the great, 

There you have a beautiful silence, The reward of rising early not an erratic mental state. 

The demonic, the dark powers that be, 

Will hide, will sear, from me they will flee, 

Fore at the forefront of thought is the sign of the Cross, 

Forehead, naval, shoulder and heart, 

Always from Him you'll never be apart. 

There is freedom

There is freedom within when you fight hard against sin and let life begin,

There is freedom without when you follow the path, 

When you know what life's about. 

Don't only lend a hand,

But lend your heart too,

Give and learn the act kindness and do not succumb to metaphorical blindness. 

To see is to hold the universe in the palm of your hand, to know history from beginning to end, that not everything is corrupt and tarnished, that the spirit never dies, that there is a better place, that there are good things to come, that hope keeps you alive and faith sets you free, and no matter what cruelty befalls you, the master of all is helping you, sustaining you and guiding you, and know that life has meaning, and life's meaning is the master, who protects you from all evil. 

Do not wait for human justice, fore that is time not well spent, but allow the marvelous work of the master to take place, with timing of unexpected perfection and unfailing and unceasing wonderment. 

That is why we ought not worry, 

When we follow a straight line from here to eternity, 

We are held by the hand like a child, 

And not led astray into deception, 

But led to the safety of home, 

Which is where the heart wants to be led, 

Follow your heart and be free! 

The Storm and the Madman

Without high winds, but with supreme light, Adam and Eve, the first faithful beings were fashioned from the earth by God's own hand. 

The Genesis of life and life of the creator tells us that humility only comes through suffering, 

And only through suffering can truth be learnt and shown, 

For the creative man, the artist, the most beautiful art is to love, and to give your gifts truly and humbly. 

The creative man like a mathematical genius

first swirls gently,

Like a nonchalant finger calculating the impossible,

It deciphers dust and siphers through branches like blood through brachioles, fore blood circulates the body through the heart to the breath of the lungs. 

This flow of invisibility is like a stream of algebraic equation, a trigonometry of pythagorean proportions, 

A slight movement of brow, a change of expression displays an air force blow to the enemy,

The enemy with the nerve to suggest he is weak minded,

The nerve to say he's unintelligent,

Fore he is undoubtedly touched by that tincture,

His hand dealt delicately placed derangement,

The freak, the crazy, the schizophrenic man, who overcame the complexities of life like a hurricane shattering the very core essence of negativity and stupidity, 

Rigidity and frigidity, 

To become a tornado of liquidity and fluidity, 

With supreme invincibility of faith. 

Overcoming the storm is strength, 

Analysing simply and with the freedom to look beyond the usual and the same to see the unique and the originality of the art of life. 

By breaking his mind, the storm challenged his pysche, 

In the aftermath the destruction and debris left behind became a learning curve unparalleled, 

to create is to challenge the status quo, 

to create is expression of life, 

To create is breaking down impenetrative barriers that a wind cannot break. 

The mind is the powerfullest force, 

To seek that which hasn't been sought, 

to find that which hasn't been found, 

To show the truth in art like no other, 

For a man destruction occurs for creation to happen, 

A creation only a madman can create, 

His reward is his own being living a good life. 

He was shaped for art, 

Like a whistling wind chisels rock, 

And nothing and nobody can halt this, 

He has the lever and can move mountains, and he found the lever himself through the grace of God. 

Art

Luminosity, flow, divine. 

The essence of art, is the essence of life itself.

Continously Curious and introspective, but outward in expression, showing everything to everyone.

See it, feel it. 

work is life, Expressing it's mystic flow.

The little star

A whirling darkness of matter,

A vast lonely place,

It swallows up planets and moons, and galaxies,

Solar systems vanish leaving no trace.

Destruction and evil follow the darkness wherever it heads,

The potential end of the human race, 

The evil gets stronger everyday,

Corrupting life in everyway,

But, one light looks upon us all with a new face and holds us with such loving grace...

In the quiet of deep winter twinkles the little star, 

It watches patiently the ways of the whirling darkness,

It sees and it knows.

The darkness tries to tempt us,

But spreading its light the star reassures,

It shows us the way. 

This little star is meek,

A star for the people, a star for the weak,

Though little it is bold and brave,

It heads to the dark matter,

And the dark matter is overcome,

The weak become strong for as long as they cling to the star dust trail, they cannot fail or fall, for nothing is impossible for the star, and with it we will go far,

Far away from darkness and death,

Far away from lies and deceit.

So be it!

It is done,

Mission complete!

As it was told, it will happen.

Fore the universe and life itself revolve around this little star, 

But, don't look upon it from afar,

Let it's light fill you and it's love consume you,

And you will radiate all this,

And live surrounded by light in everlasting bliss!

Soul searching

They fall at the wayside,

The gutter is nowhere to live,

They take and take,

When to survive you give.

They bend and they break,

The break is life long,

They stop and think too much,

Recovery has gone.

They lose their faith,

Money is all they need,

Their opinion is king,

Their wealth and their greed.

Pride is the Devil's possession,

Deception is vanity,

The humble are gracious,

The weak fight for sanity.

When the time comes to meet glory or doom,

Is your conscience clear,

Did you do your very best,

Or did the demons your heart sear.

Did the devil win you over,

Or were you held close by life,

Were the Angels with you,

Or did death rule with scythe.

Look deep into your mind,

Discover your true self,

Is your soul protected,

Is truth your only wealth.

In the end you will know the meaning of why we are here,

Your souls destruction or everlasting history,

Love is our purpose and the way to live,

Live for the victory of life's divine mystery!