Creative Voice

2005-02-18T17:53:00.000-05:00

Keep Your Eyes Peeled For My Book!

A Slow Death

2005-02-18T17:03:00.000-05:00

Remove your hands from around my neck,
I am unable to breathe!
You are making me a nervous wreck!
Why will not simply leave?

Is this how you killed my father?
My poor father, I perish the thought!
We shall die regardless. Why do you bother?
Is this a lesson you believe needs to be taught?

My medication protects me to a certain extent.
It is far from being a miracle cure!
Its' calming effect slowly makes its' descent.
For a moment, I feel somewhat secure!

You may have killed my father,
But I pray you will not kill me.
I will go when called by my Heavenly Father,
When that time in comes I know I will truly be free!

You Are Not Alone

2005-02-18T16:58:00.000-05:00

Manic depression can drain you of many talents,
Do not blame yourself. It is caused by a chemical imbalance.
Some believe it is hereditary, and others believe it may not be.
I am not a psychiatrist, but I know this disease tormented my father;
And I know the same disease now torments me!

This disease will make you suffer! It will make you suffer with discourse!
Still, it is possible to turn your experience into a positive by using mental force!
For instance, you can help others who suffer from the same disease.
You can tell them your problems, and they can tell you their's.
You may find that opening up to someone may put yourself at ease!

You are not alone. I suffer from diseases which sometimes make me feel like a fool!
It would feel great to grab anxiety and depression by the horns and ride them like a bull!
Sometimes we need help when fighting the demons inside our brains!
We need to depend on each other before these diseases drive us insane!

What I Am

2005-02-18T16:55:00.000-05:00

I sit and I take up space,
For this I need neither style nor grace;
I need only to be myself
If I am to portray a book on a shelf.

I am a lion meant to rule and roam,
But I have no pride to call my own;
I am Father Time, and a babe took my pride away!
I have not the strength to hunt! I make it from day to day!

I am a salmon that swims upstream,
I am a child who quietly dreams;
I am a criminal filled with rage,
I am the words you read on this page.

I am not one of a kind,
And I am not a spectacular find;
Additionally, I need only to be who I am
If I want to remain a poor excuse for a man!

Reality

2005-02-14T13:50:00.000-05:00

Dreams have been destroyed by reality,
Promises have been broken due to weak devotion;
Those who were once mighty have since been humbled,
They have been forced to deal with one-sided emotions.

A paradise has vanished away,
And with it a heavenly kingdom of bliss;
An aggressive image who was once admired by many,
Has ultimately been conquered by Satan's kiss.

The ironic has become the norm,
The unthinkable has been replaced by the expected;
One of the few who were once embraced by their peers,
Has now become one of the many who are rejected.

The sublime has become the intolerable,
What was once simple has now become complicated,
The characteristics of a congenial nature have been erased;
The goodness and innocence of man has been eradicated!

A peaceful mindset is unheard of,
For life has been described with graphic detail;
An eternal thirst for happiness shall never be quenched,
We shall be forced to accept that reality shall always prevail.

Lift the Veil

2005-02-14T12:54:00.000-05:00

I sometimes wonder when life shall end for me,
I anxiously await the time when God shall reveal it;
Of that day and hour knoweth no man,
For our Father, in heaven, has chosen to conceal it.

I sometimes feel unworthy of eternal bliss,
I know I allow my soul to dwell in Satan's den;
I can overcome all evil with God's help,
He is Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End.

I have lost many things while on earth;
Father, Mother, Brother, Wife, and Child; all have left me for dead.
I am not foolish enough to believe that I alone have suffered,
For even Christ asked, "The Son of man hath where to lay his head?"

Some may resent God after failing a trial of life,
Never understanding why man must stumble and fall;
I choose to believe that God is fair and just,
I understand that life is utterly cruel unto us all!

A Bittersweet Journey

2005-02-14T12:46:00.000-05:00

I am as empty as a poor man's pocket,
No tear to cry have I;
With a lump in my throat, I put my pen to paper,
With emotional words, I attempt to fly.

Where shall I go if I succeed in flight?
I shall fly like a dove into heaven above;
I shall walk on streets of gold with the sons of Zebedee,
I shall commune with our Lord and learn of his love.

I shall visit my father and my father's father,
I shall have a conversation with them that I shall never forget;
I can here my father say, "Go back from whence you came my son,
You are not supposed to be here yet!"

I shall descend from heaven with a broken heart,
I shall stand bold, and I shall tell stories of streets of gold;
I shall create paintings depicting the pearly gates,
I shall not create in haste, but I shall create until I am old.

As I grow old three things shall continue,
I shall continue to be the same man, take the same stand,
And shall visit heaven with wings made without feathers,
One shall be paper and the other, a pen in my hand.

Invisible Chains

2005-02-13T15:05:00.000-05:00

I am bound by invisible chains,
Chains that will not break;
I have never been afraid of death,
It is life I cannot take.

You may sometimes hear me say,
In a calm and sacred voice,
To choose life over death
Is to make a foolish choice.

I am too scared to live,
And too unfortunate to die;
Too scared to take chances,
And too eager to cry.

I always look for a way out,
So I have no need to pretend;
I scream to inform the world
That I look forward to the end.

I look forward to the day
When I take my final breath;
Only then will I know
If the only piece, in life, is death.