Mirrors

They haunt me always
Showing me what I wish I were'nt
Taunting me with cruel , selfish jokes
Telling me I'm nothing
Watching me cry
And laughing in my face
Breaking my heart by
Showing me
Myself.

The false images of Life and Love

Life's sin is its' promise pf peace and love
Of Families staying together
Of peace in times of war
Of love in times of rage and Hatred
Of Unity when hell casts its' mighty shadow upon the earth and divides
our unity into infernal regions of segragated hell
Hell which resides in our ghettos, in our churches, in our temples
It lies to us by giving us promises of hope and love
But then tempts us to commit unspeakable sins which overcomes the common
diminished somber soul known as man
Humans who spread enormous quantities of worldwide hatred
Then after life has split or souls into four million pieces Love brings
strife to all those who love Love itself
Strife for a love for love is generated when love itslef has left the
soul for the soul to perish from all extrodinary feelings and 
collaspes into a pit of dispair, but for some nameless reason the soul
never learns from the fury of passion and compassion
It instead strives to fight for more of that tremendous emotion only to
experiance the fiery fury of Loves demise upon them
These false images fool the human spirit and makes people fight for what
they believe in,
to feel the emotion once again
Wether it be for a cause, a belief, a race or just another person
From this suffering the human soul comes to relay on the help of God to
help them in times of strife, violence, malice and all 
other forms of evil
The soul is a spark of Gods great light and should not take this for
granite

Insanity

locked 
in their worlds
he brushes away the emptiness 
with a flick of his wrist
she's sitting in the darkness
dripping with confusion
a violence growing in her mind

she inhales on whatever is in the air
holding the hate in her lungs
as she burns the rest of her sanity
and watches the smoke blow out the window.

he has left with the sun
scared of the feeling he feels inside her
and as she watches him run out the back door
she sings along with the voice in her head
and she laughs.....
for she had found herself.

Untitled

The crystal waters of the flowing streams
Echo against the jagged spires of the mountains
The cascading trickles of emerald leaves
are shrouded by a thick mist
whilst a soft rain falls upon the scene