Home is...

You

 Are my wildest dream
A fairy tale where you and i never had to find one another
Since the beginning of time we were together

In my dream

We lie in green pastures
The rays of sun our clothes
And each others will is food

Inside this world

You are the sun and i am the rose
There is no monster that you could not handle

Within my nightly vacation

Our Love and dedication

Is the glue to this world
And all i can hope for is a man 1/10 of what you are.

YOU Jesus, are my dream man.

Dear

 Your hurt
Your Anger
Your Pain

Has nestled itsself into the crease of your neck like a sleeping lover.
And unllike the rest of your fornicating nights this one stays mouth to your ear.
Whispering your biased stances

Because she is your hurt.Your Pain.Your Anger.

And you have built your life standing on this uneven hooker whom wills you to fall.
She tells you your childhood shapes your mind but she does not tell you to become better.

Home is...

 Cold ground nd hungry bellies
Sleeping under stairwells unable to rest because the secrets of the world rest upon small shoulders

Chimney Sweeps

Child Soldiers

Slum Dogs

Sex Slaves

We all have one face

Children

Who’s parents held conception blindly
Anonomously we were born only to give our bodies to anothers sinful pleasures.

Who’s souls have evaporated through our eyes as our minds expand with evils

Homeless Children

No protection

No inhibitions
Innocent until taken fully
We are molded like putty
Hardened like statues
Then chained by the very system that allowed our surrogate parents to slip through
Not even realizing the injustice we fight not

Forever homeless

Life's Tree

 Sometimes I lay on silken sheets of thought and allow yesterday’s weather to wash over me.

Sometimes I breath the wind and recollect the battles fought in an effort to learn from it’s mistake.

Sometimes Yesterday’s cuts become Today’s gashes.

And sometimes Today’s bumps are Tomorrow’s rashes.

And when people say that Today is nothing more than Yesterday’s Tomorrow

I wish to Tell them of Today’s story and how she was born a bastard unto a mother of worry.

I wish to profess how beautifully God sculpted Ms.Today.

I wish to cry against their grouping of Today with Tomorrow and Yesterday.

I plead with my mind to let forth the words from my lips to describe that Today is not her mother Yesterday.

And that SHE has the power to leave her mother’s lineage to create anew.

Today can build kingdoms from the air if you only let her free from your...

Ignorance: A village

 We travel
Feet bleeding
We walk a road of broken dreams and glass hate
Deceiving ourselves of the pain

Licking our fresh wounds with dry tongues
We thirst
But we drink not
Our ancestors traveled the same road
And died the same way
Thirsting for waters by enemy lines
To honor them we carry their deadly legacy
Teaching these pagan ritual to our children

Our Children hunger for more
We teach their bellies that emptiness is to come
Sacrificing their bodies

Kneeling upon broken glass
Praying to unnamed gods
Burning ancient poisonous candles, we worship
Lungs blackened by years of pagan praise
Spitting out death from our bodies
Dying in tradition

The Dreamers they bring forth plagues
Exile
Misfortune
Hardship

A bridge left to be burnt
Together standing broken
We travel

World Hunger

 Feed me your hurt.
Make me full off your pain
I’ll become emotionally bulimic
Purging my inside lining into blood
Let it flood
Like a great Egyptian plague

Feed me your Happiness
Explode my belly with your false pagan joys
I’ll donate this body to you Pagan temple practices.
Just let my soul be
Free
Like ancient water mammals before humanity

Force feed me your Anger
Burn my esophagus
Set my intestines ablaze
Give me death as a wedding gift
For I and Christ will soon be one

Eternally married
Let him quench your hunger too.