Sacred Soldier: A Glimpse of Destiny

Traveling down a path unknown, So that you can seek the things that God has shown. And piece together your life anew, Settling for what’s right and true. To press your way toward eternal life, And resist the urge to stir up strife. The life you’ve chosen will bless you still, Even when your wrongs

So Called Love

Some call you a gift, Others a feeling to share. You teach us to have compassion, And how to care, However we often fear you. Bewildering our minds; Torturing our souls. To experience you brings happiness, And longing for you loneliness. In hopes of security, We look for you in others, For fear of being

Destination Unknown (Dr. Change and Ms. Strange)

Floating between two extremes, The pressure to chose becomes unbearable. Do I have to decide now, Can I put it off once more? Fantasies of the future tickle my mind, They all tell me that I must decide. What do you want in life? Where do you want it to take you? Like tentacles these

In Darkness (with alternative ending)

There is a darkness that encompasses my soul, Taking my triumphs and making them old. Placing me in uncomfortable positions, Attempting to destroy and sabotage my mission. Days of rest and peace are few, In this darkness my impatience brews. In this darkness I hear roars of lions, Instilling in me the fear of dying.

It’s Your Time

You’ve waited patiently when times were hard, You played your hand and never threw down your cards. You taught yourself to look at the stars, Instead of looking at all of your internal scars. You laughed when the pain cut deep, You smiled so hard you thought you would weep. Your tears became make up

Creatures of the Sea

In the depth of the sea there are creatures who lurk. They’re not bass, or cod, or even perch. They have hearts of stone and glass they break, From love un-felt, unheard, and awake. They search in low places looking for dreams, Unheard of, unseen, not even thought of it seems. Hope they have none,

Our Youth Our Future

Like seeds sown in soil, Children are born into this world. These children are born with a purpose. They are born with plain canvases, Waiting on the artist to make his first brush stroke. This first stroke is the key to their future. Like building blocks at playtime, Each child is a block to the