The cry of the broken soul

I'm allowed to be free,

Finally allowing myself to feel

This love that belongs to me.

There, desires within a secret

Garden

Soberly I seek the strength of your face

I stretch out my life

For Your gentleness

I'm a strange rearrangement,
an assortment of esoteric memories
And broken instincts that stutter
a distinct yet familiar beat.

This dark hour of my soul reflects
the world of this hour and
I cannot escape it.
Lonely
Is the jeering silence, fearing
My brave motions towards life.
My heart entangled with lies,
My dance has become, slavery.

Streets strain their necks to hear
the marching steps of a new army
is coming
like a pack of lions ROARING

Make the way for the Lord!

I'm strengthened by your revealing

It's a new day, my Lord you've branded my heart

ANEW.

You can't handle me

That's no problem, we cool

Don't trip honey

We're in this together, a life to remember

Just float on through

Just get through this right.

I'm going forward damn it

Get out of the way you fools

I'm sick of falling for all of you

False lovers

So I've lost my soul,

Who cares anymore? I've lived it all

to my own destruction

And now I'm deadly

to the lifeless and the sore

I don't care about you all anymore.

I'm stained in my mind
How long that stayed there, I don't know
But it's taken a while to stick around

I want a new one

A truer mirror

There are endless loops in infinity

So it goes,

A dream I once had, plays over

another dream I once had before, I froze

But I see again my reflection

In a tortured soul like your own,

I see myself deja vu

In yours Staring black tea-stained eyes like mine

hearing the same words I've heard before

Ago, ago, and agos

Why do you revisit me, my old soul?

Through another, like you always would, You would

Reiterate my words, my wounds, my wars

Why do you search for yourself in my soul,

You other?

Feeling, Lord, bring healing to our souls.

Restore us unto the image which we bear

In truth, in Your story

Don't be worried, please. don't be sorry

My brother, my sister, my foe

His image is yours, you are His glory, it is yours.

To behold