Demonic Crusade (Part 1)(Copyright 2005): A young teen experiences murder and because of this everything in his life in twisted and torn, transforming him into a murderer himself. (Published on my site. Any reproductions of this book without permission will be brought to the law.)
Divine Hell (Part 2): The end is hours away and the protagonist reflects on how Kyle Arnora impacted his life. (Not published yet.)
Gallion (Title Pending): The sequel to Demonic Crusade and Divine Hell. The humans survived The Apocalypse and find themselves in paradise but the battle for domination of these uncharted lands quickly becomes more important than their survival. (Not published yet.)
All of my writings are made to get some kind of moral point across. I have a lot to say about society and just shouting it out in the streets doesn't seem to be helping at this point. ^^;
These are all my poems and if they are published or reproduced elsewhere without my permission the law will be informed. If they are quoted elsewhere with permission, sign it Zeke Morgan.
1. Bending World:
A life of fear
One of regret
1000th tear
And cold sweat
A soul of pain
Red sleepless eyes
This soul is stained
Liberation tonight
The fear is gone
Nothing more
Life went wrong
A soul tore.
Foggy dawn
Disheartened face
To be gone
Without a trace
Live a life of death
Or die to new life
I'm out of breath
Love would suffice
But love I have not
Shadowed head bowed in shame
Left to rot
Numb and lame
A knife drawn near
My world bends
One last tear
This life ends
Soul rise slow
Hope restored
Time to know
My loving Lord
I receive a hug
Wanted again
Like a drug
Torture slain
Woken up
Just a dream
Can't give up
Hope remains.
2. Freedom:
Sun rise slow
New day dawn
I need to know
What fates been drawn
A day too long
Ive stood in wait
I ,too, belong
To this new fate
Motivation creates
An ultimate force
What now awaits?
A hopeful course
3. Freedom: In abba style, edited.
The sun has rose,
A new day's dawn,
What fate's been drawn
A new verse to compose
As I, outside, pass
The cool wind drifts
An unlooked at gift
Forgotten by the mass
The green blades sway
My hair flows free
Nothing more I need
It's the perfect day
4. Untitled
A door through which some pathways go.
The key something the living well know.
The path that many wish to seek.
But it's go or stay with no in between.
In this place petals wilt.
Where fires and steel a dungeon was built.
Once you leave, his image you'll find.
A place where you have no essence, no mind.
Nor free will to escape or run.
No more options, justice was done.
Pictures of pain, sorrow, strife.
Suicide's no way to end your life.
For those who give up inherit this Hell.
And only then they'll realize they fell.
To their knife and not to God.
And what could have been is now a fog.
Life has its difficult paths and turns.
But from this choice nothing you'll earn.
In all places we see a red exit sign.
But the knife won't be yours nor will it be mine.
This was my poem, what I had to say--
Now take your eyes from the words and go live today!
5. Trapped
I hate what I see in the reflection of my lens.
I see the dark closeups of my eyes.
I see the dark blue filling the white.
I see the pain that I tried to defend.
I take my eyes from the glass to forget these reminders.
But I pass a mirror and see my face.
I'm trapped in this cell, please don't remind me,
Of the void that is my solemn fate.
I sleep in the bed next to the barred world,
Looking up at the ceiling that is my sky.
I want to close my eyes and make my,
Head wonder--away from the thoughts of this pitiful life.
I smell the sea air from the sea abroad,
I feel the ocean breeze pass rather quickly.
The torture I feel, I'll never have this--
Freedom, God take me home just set me free...
6. Stall
I have my heart yet no place to go.
To school and back, but 1 route I know.
I look at the gauge of the volume of the tank,
Running on empty, my heart sank.
It needs to be filled to run once more,
But a station is not visible as far as can see.
My heart stalls and I open the door,
And walk myself down the lone prairee.
7. Shadows
Sitting in the corner of my little room,
Too scared to move or be seen.
I want to get up and be known,
But I'm afraid the shadows will stalk me.
8. God's Calling
Listen to the tale
Of a young boy's dreams
To live a secluded live
By a trickling stream
Away from society, away from the rude
I'd sit under my oak, and silently brood--
As I look at the field of grass ahead.
But this fantasy is naught but dead.
To walk the prairee with the sun on my back,
To look at the stars when I hit the sack,
To embrace a dream not shattered yet,
To be away from it all-- I'd be all set.
But this dream is unreal,that's why its called a dream.
I must walk the streets, I, too, must be seen.
I can't give up hope to those before me,
With some guidance light they too can see.
Listen to the tale
Of a young boy's dream.
To live a secluded life
By a trickling stream.
Away from society, away from the rude,
But with His help they can be moved.
I've been called to make wrongs right--
I've been called to fill darkness with light...
9. Tears
I hold the tears in the palm of my hand
They drop to the ground and mix with the land
It makes me wonder when I cry
If Im heard as I wry
10. Homosexual Haiku and some Alliteration too.
Love and life are true
To me--despite the people's
Cruel hostility
11. Bored
Look at my watch
Praying for the rapidity of time
But life is such.
Yet my patience is fine.
12. War
In case of fire!
Pull the alarm.
Rest easy as the one's
We've hired will come along--
And risk their blood
For the common man
War is a dud
Yet it is his plan.
Style two:
And risk their blood
For the common gent
War is a mud
Both crooked and bent.
13. Rules
Stupid rules I WONT obey
They try to tell me what to do
But I refuse orders and say
I obey myself, not you.
14. Down on my knees: This Generation's Our Father
Sometimes we need to fight when we can fight no more
Where can we find this strength when we are so sore?
Do we look to the damn sky or bow to the floor
Praying to God, and singing his lore.
Well I still feel weak despite the song
I try to rise as I lose the dawn
I collapse and fall to my bloody knees
Please my Father hear my fallen pleas!
Make me strong, help me stand.
Make me understand your plans.
Make me live with you instead alone die.
Stand by my side where I, weak, lie.
15. Gay Rights Activist Poem: Love Cannot Be Destroyed!
Love can be restricted but it cannot be destroyed.
Our feelings can be shackled but our spirits are not void.
We are told our love's untrue but it is--We who know
Marriage's taken for granted til it's taken hastily from you.
If only you would listen, hear what we have to say:
We love our lovers like you love yours despite that we are gay.
Imagine if you will, what it would be like
To lose the right to express your love for your entire life.
16. Q and A
I ask God the answer to life's questions
But He answers only the ones I already know.
For the rest He gives not but guidance.
And tells me He's watching over as I go.
He cannot answer what I do not know.
It's up to us to find the x, y, and z.
The answer He gives cannot help us grow.
It is the values we place to the variables
That sets us free.
17. Poem of Mystery
Sometimes when you think the sun has set
You realize it's only starting to rise
Sometimes you think the tides receded
And then a new wave comes crashing by
You sigh at the death of a cool summer breeze
But if you wait you will find it reborn
Sometimes you think the fire is gone
But it can always be rekindled, restored
When you feel down look up to the stars
The answers to all that confuse are there
When you least expect it one will come flying by
And youll realize before you even asked He answered your prayer
18. No sun, No rain
Look at the trees up in the canopy
How the sun shines there so bright
But down here things are bleak
Half the ground is shadowed with fright
The trees get there energy from that sun's light
But I need the rays as much as the trees
Who do you know who has the morale to fight
When they are staggering and fall to their knees?
Scoop up the ground and look at this black meal
Up there they steal all the rain
Its raining here in this dark desert
But I'm soaked with nothing but pain
19. Does God Feel Pain?
If my hands were the hands of God, the ones that are supposed to do His work,
Does He feel me shaking, does he see how unsteady I hold my pen?
Is He holding on to the edge of the cliff, crying with His last breath?
Or is He holding my hand making sure I don’t let go and drop to my death?
If my legs are the legs of God, does he limp when He walks to His car?
Does he grapple his legs in a frightened frenzy huddled in a small ball
Wishing that the darkness would leave and the morning would hurry up?
Or is He calm, and collected, walking beside me leaving Footsteps?
If my eyes are the eyes of God...God the pain He must see.
Looking at the mirror at His imperfections wishing He was someone else
Anyone but that lonely reflection in the mirror, wanting a life to live.
Or maybe God’s watching what Im watching knowing that someday
Ill see the beauty around me and realize Im looking at Him.
God is Your soul as torn as mine, torn with decisions and emotions?
Or is everything perfect for You up there where imagination is Your palace?
You don’t know how much I long for You, how much I want You here...
How I want my hands to be gentle as Yours, help me walk, help me see Your beauty.
Disclaimer:Again these are my quotes alone. Same rules for these as above stated.
You're not alive unless you live.
Minute exposure leads to a world of understanding.
The good news about today is you aren't on the street starving.
Live today like you wanted to live yesterday and how you wish to live tomorrow
Try to grasp the idea that when you are depressed being bored is less boring than doing stimulating activities. You just want to sit and sulk in pain while wanting to rid yourself of the pain. What a paradox. You cannot drive yourself to get up no matter how much you want to be happy that day. While you sit, if you close your eyes and scan your body to feel whats going on, it feels as though your internal temperature raises every second you think about it making you shake and burn with negative energy. You shake in your seat trying to sit still and that makes it worse but your mind tells you to stay seated. And mind you the voice in your head isn't whispering its screaming like you hear in all the dramas that move you. Except this scream doesn't move you. It paralyzes you in your heating raging body while you sit, numb, wanting to recover, but wanting to stay and feel the burn go deeper and deeper. It's what makes me get up in the morning.
Live with no regrets so you can die with a conscience clear of time ill-spent.
Sin is like simple math. If you add something to the world, its not a sin, if you subtract something, it is.
The time for us to walk our path is now. There was never a more appropriate time.
Once people start to realize organized religion has its own set of standards and simply keep religion basic, then it can really be called religion. "Religion" kills. Religion saves.
The acceptance of others starts with finding the acceptance of self but I suppose many get lost finding themselves or this virtue wouldn't be so idealistic.
The secret of life is not limiting the secret of life.
The knowledge we display is our shield used to defend our titles and our arguments create the sword with which we swing away at second-hand knowledge. Our curiousity is that which makes us the wandering warrior in the first place.
You take a failure and see it as a failure. I take a failure and see it as a success.
i was born and raised catholic but i dont believe in so many of their beliefs. i questioned every thing i did in church and everything they teach, and asked myself how i felt. and i made my own decisions about how i felt about everything. your religion isnt about someone elses believes, its about your own beliefs and there isnt a church out there that feels how i feel about life. im sure i can relate to some beliefs, and i go to catholic mass in my school and enjoy its celebration of God, but the true religion is inside