Father, are we too far gone? I don’t know what to do To make them see the light
Father, how do we make it through? Sometimes I am lost, and you are Always there; just out of my sight
Father, when will I see Your face? I can’t even dream, or begin to sketch; I have no recollection of Your true might
Father, are You coming here soon? Please forgive me for my past doubt I accept Your word, while knowing it right
Father, do I make you proud? I only wish to spread Your name, And stand firm on God, and reach new heights
Father, I love You, truly!!! You are always there in the dark Shining in the blackest times when my heart is affright
There will be no excuse when he comes to reclaim The proof was there all along, while you thought it insane Get down on your knees, and ask forgiveness I swear it’s not inane The very Creator of the universe, He knows you by name
Arise and shine Awake and listen To the amber songs As morning glistens For God is in this moment And an air is ever so listless As shadows fade in an arrival Of a red colored and warm existence In the awakening moment Of your caffeine’s morning resistance
Come to me in an expanse To adorn the crown and king As we inspire to lift on high In glorious words as we sing “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,” Awesome feelings your power brings Until one sweet day we’ll arise To heaven, from a world we’re enduring Of this, I KNOW, for a fact one day I don’t need any worldly reassuring
God speaks, we need only to receive This glorious Father, love you can’t conceive You need only faith and love, ask and truly believe If he’s dealing with you now angst can be relieved
Sing to me, oh night song For your cries seem too distant still We beg for your enigmatic crooning The copulations of virtue trying to feel
Sing to me, oh night song For your crisis isn’t a mistake Falter from this pathway given And see how much you can take
Sing to me, oh night song Till the early morning sun The tides of yesterday have gone And we have yet to have all the fun
Nightingales singing enigmatic melodies Unaware of the stains on our sleep We dance to the tunes of their evening songs Suffering the scars the rhythm keeps
Saints of tomorrow, we beg for…not promise But only a song, yes sing to us a happy tune Bring us the early summer eves and bonfires The listless singing to guitars in mid June
And only than, dear saints will we consider Your song, at a grand and bitter final close Take your bow and throw your rose to the lady’s And show off your brilliant and affirming pose
Storm clouds…they rage in us all Satiating hungers, with a burning desire We have to cast our anguish, even deeper Ending with a need to set the world on fire!!! So much is the lust, to give in, to the want To feed, like a hungry and incessant liar We feed on the feeling…the only one Will we ever be invited, to a place much higher???
I have analyzed reality to a sickening repulsion!!! And have nothing for the incessant gnarling inside, I ask and pray, I hope and say…”Lord, help me to see,” But all I want to do…I want to run away from life and hide, Yet, all I can do is push it even deeper, back, back, further back, Just wandering along hopelessly and listlessly enjoying the ride Watching the mundane and inane, satiate their own hungers If I had to say, “I enjoy the complexities of this life…” I’d lie
If I had to name a starting point, I’d say, it just grew, From one defining moment in my life…the one I cant forget But at the same ignorant moment, I can’t begin to recall, Just a feeling of turmoil, disgust, rage, hate, and utter regret Yes, I do try my best, I pray to God, I ask for peace and forgiveness But the incessant gnarling inside, It’s some feeling I just don’t get I want to say so many angry things, not to Him, only to me Although, I feel as though I have lost some kind of sick bet…
I am not even angry with yesterday, I am only angry with myself I am not even angry with the one who did it, so many days past Satan and this demon of an absence, are my only forgettable foes And not knowing how long this dissociation and absent reality lasts Please pray for me, for I am, for I am honestly trying to see past these clouds My life is, honestly a blessing in disguise, I cherish every moment cast I Pray, the dark clouds, too shall pass away and just listlessly fade Into a day, that goes on and on, for and an eternity…not ending so fast
The shadows portray an instance, Wandering in the chasms of Inlay, the lost A vast landscape, where torrents of virtue Burn in utter disgust, and lay in bitter agony
Come, ye brethren, and feel the shame Inlay, the lost chasm calls to the lame The lonely, come and call upon the ones The ones, their wretched smirks…but we smile
We smile at their virtue, we smile… Push the rage away, we continually push!!!
Is this the point, the one they talk about Where demons are disguised in discourse Do we get off, at the sight of the broken Do we get off, at the sight of the broken
I call, to the One True God, am I alive Is this the calling of ye brethren too Do you have the same rage as I??? Do you have the same absence as I???
Push the rage away… Push…Push…Pushhh!!! CONTINUALLY PUSHHHHH!!! It never goes away… The incessant gnarling of teeth!!!
Inlay, the lost chasm you call Tears of the fallen, have you fell We see none, and know no more Lost in the void of a soul…
Tell me about happiness, please Because sometimes I just don't know I over-evaluate the concept, by piece When, in turn, I should just let it go
There is a hollowness, that exists within Deeply intertwining the pieces of my heart, The pieces exist only to try and convince Others that I actually have a working part
If I say, that talking satiates the insanity And radiate the pieces of my soul, That the eminence of the dawn draws integrity Would it erase the fact, its just a show
I want to write a happy poem I want to sing a new song, but it just doesn't exist Maybe if I keep writing I'll keep growing I want to be happy, but something resists
He stands, with a looming presence, he awaits what will eventually come; sorrow, a contrast to his wretched reality wanting to overthrow what's come undone
The one inside, metaphorical presence sinister one, I musn’t even try to obey; you are a, hellish twist to existence, with angry words, you listlessly betray
The absence, a void of a presence Oh God, hear my mortally painful cries the one who stands, he must oppose, til death, oh how he continually tries
To the one, relinquishing presence you shall, never win, but exclusively fail our arbitration shall be a grand escape from the monotony of this inner hell
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 