Into My Mind

I look at you,
And I ask myself;
Are you human,
Or a fallen angel?
My eyes see human;
But my heart speaks,
And says fallen angel.
My heart sees,
What my eyes can not.
Wings of obsidian black,
Stretch out from you back,
To enfold your body.
Why you would have fallen,
Only He knows.
And so I ask God why;
He would send an angel,
As beautiful as you,
To earth so that you might die.
And He replies;
“Did you not ask for an angel,
From the very heavens.”
This I did;
And a more perfect angel,
Could He have not possibly given.

Wings enfold me,
Hold me close.
Keep me warm,
From this unholy ghost.
Unholy ghost, what is it;
But me.
Tainted by evil,
Not all eyes can see.
But your eyes see;
And you seek to balance
The evil within me.
Seeking a way to free,
The restless spirit trapped inside,
Before this fragile body dies.
Yet all this fallen angel has,
Is one plea.
That you of all beings,
Would learn to love me.

You are my paradise.
My oasis amidst a dry,
And desolate desert.
You protect me from the winds of chaos.
Your words so fresh and crisp;
Like the pool that gives life to this isle.
Like the oasis, you draw others to you;
With your beauty alone.
You gave me life,
When I thought that there was no hope.
You are the reason that I continue on in life,
Because in you I have found my paradise.
And my meaning for life.

Hell grips a nation,
Thought once untouchable;
Thoughts shattered in a blast of light.
People killed by cowards in flight.
Terrorists, when we find you;
That will be your life lost at night.
We will come like a thief in the night;
Don’t try and hide,
For your redemption is for you to die.
You think that we are weaker,
But you’re wrong.
We are one, not many;
Because of this we are strong.
Your rein of terror will not last long.
The love of country is what makes us hold on.
The greatest nation of them all,
Will never fall.

There along the western sky;
An inferno blazes;
High and bright.
Yet strangely, never consuming.
The flames cry out—
Voice nothing more,
Then a hissing whisper;
Upon the wind.
Ghostly words—
Which only my ears hear.
Simple words of comfort and bliss.
I cannot stay away;
And I find myself—
Not standing before a raging fire.
But the warm glow,
Of city lights.

Your face, so radiant;
Like the sun dawning on the eastern horizon.
Hair like rays of golden light;
Warm and soft to the touch.
Your hair fans out,
To wreath your face
In a halo from heaven.
Eyes that sparkle;
Like a precious blue gem—
Cut to perfection,
By a master craftsman.
So has all of you been shaped,
In an unworldly perfection.
For surely nothing of earth could be so beautiful.
But here you are,
An angel living upon this harsh planet.
Why do I try—
To describe such beauty?
When even the tongues of angels
Fail to describe you in adequate word.
And who am I, a mere mortal man,
To contend with the hosts of heaven.
So I have tried to capture, a part of heaven;
And the woman whom I have fallen in love.

And the Lamb broke the third seal.
I spoke to you, saying, "Come!"
Your head rises,
And your eyes open;
Before you, I sit upon a black horse,
Its coat glazed in sweat.
In one hand I hold a pair of scales;
The other, the reins of my shod steed.
A power,
Like that of a god seeps into your flesh.
But do not mistake me for the Almighty,
For I am only one of many servants
Who hold authority in the end.
I am the one chosen to kill by plague.
There is no need to fear that the end might be near.
For my true might has yet to be shown.
I came long ago,
In ancient times long before the Savior.
Who do you think brought the plague of blood;
The plague of frogs and lice.
I summoned the flies and the murrain.
And with out warning I sent boils upon you;
Your screams of pain, a sweet ancient song.
I cast hail joined with fire and thunder upon you from the sky.
And I turned the day into night;
Covering the whole face of the earth with locusts.
All of Egypt fell into darkness,
Such that they saw not one another.
And the moon at it zenith bid me to do the last—
To take from this land,
Those born of first blood.
It did not matter whether it was beast or man,
I took all,
None escaped my hand.
None but the chosen;
Who followed my Master—
And covered their doors with the blood of a lamb.
I was there when the Black Death struck Europe;
And I was and will be there when plague,
Finally sweeps over a fourth of the earth.
In the end;
When the Lord finally descends.

Why is life filled with so many struggles?
As though man has not suffered enough at his own hands;
We must be faced with life,
Or eternal damnation.
Where do I stand? What—
Do I choose?
Do I choose life,
Or do I choose death.
So hard to hide the beast within;
Am I the only one at war,
With this demon raging within my soul?
Maybe therein lies the answer;
Each person has their own eternal war.
All fought on one's individual shore.
Through my eyes.
I see the souls of those still fighting their war.
All standing before a tide of continual darkness.
Most will fall into Darkness' wrath—
If they stand alone.
Yet there are those who have;
A glowing ghostly warrior.
And they radiate with some internal light.
Ones such as this do not fall before the darkness,
But placate it with simple words from their lips.
In the depths of my mind,
A time long forgotten;
I see myself with a light of my own.
Fighting a war;
But not alone.
What has happened to allow such change?
What have I done,
To allow darkness to overcome—
My faith in the one and only Son?
Please forgive what I have done.
I pray that someday you will no longer be forsaken,
Your great and precious Son.

I am the walking dead,
Heart cast in stone.
No longer ruled by emotions;
Boundary formed of pure green light.
Flesh or mind touch;
Either one or both ignite.
Leaving behind the ashes;
Of once precious life.
Live a life of constant strife;
Hope sparking in a refraction of light,
Reflected at me off the glimmering—
Blade of your knife.
You lash out,
Steel pierces straight to my heart.
You foolish being;
Don't you know...
You cannot kill what is not filled with life.

For what reason is there to love;
When the love that you give,
Is returned in void.
One always thought love was a two-way road.
Seems like I was wrong;
But then I should have known.
Have lived my life
On that one-way road,
Never letting the love that was given;
To return to the place from which it was given.
It could be,
That some type of love,
Is coming back to me in a raging flood.
But it is not the love that I need,
To cleanse me of this blood.
I don't doubt your love;
But it is plain to see,
There is something hindering you,
From letting it just be.
I don't know,
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I've learned all that I need,
And it's time to move on.
To find the person with the other pieces,
Of my broken heart.