I am my words,

I am the action within them.

What truth is left in my heart holds their weight above my character.

For by my own nature,

the confession reveals that I am guilty regardless of choice.

It is in that bitter truth that a lesson can truly be learned....

When I look in the mirror,

my soul runs in fear.

The heart in me is evil

and heaven escapes me....

Swallow your pride.

Hidden beliefs.

Guilt is the cure for desire.

Or maybe we’re fucked....

All together, separate.

We are human, though not the same.

Experience is origin of our story....

I saw the wonders of the world,

and searched for memories within them.

Time passed, and meaning was never found.

Searching for my heart in ephemeral things created a void in me.

In spite of my loss, I found something else.

A home, a purpose found in you.

I was running from what I desired all along,

a place to belong....

From nothing, I came alive.

A universal embryo,

held in my mother’s womb.

I felt all of me come together;

My consciousness gave way to my body and soul.

I listened as God gave his names to the celestial bodies,

and felt the heat from that Giant Star, that giver of life.

The heat melted my mother’s womb as I became completely sentient.

Covered in fluid and blood,

I fell to the Earth.

And thus,

lif...

Red River,

running through my veins.

Something is coming with the current,

It is outside of me.

The Pursuer has been seeking my soul since time began,

following where I go.

It will see my certain death,

it will see my end....

Mother Bird built the nest that carried her young, who have now spread their wings and learned to soar.

Yet a day came, when her heart grew weak and she said goodbye with a quiet song.

She flew towards the heavens and told us not to fear,

“Remember, this is not the end. I will see you, I will be near.”...

What is not said can never be expressed.

A chance that is forever gone,

held away by the fear of being heard.

And that dreadful silence became potent in the air.

Filling our minds with the poison of forgotten hope.

For with those words, a life may have been saved.

A love rekindled,

or a bond strengthened.

Yet nothing will reside in that silent tone....

Time is ending,

a suspended feeling.

We begin to hear

what even brave men fear.

Our souls bend

to amend

for what we have done,

yet one may be forever forgone....