How to: take the mask on and off.

If only removing our masks were this easy. 
Who have we become?
What mask will I wear today?
Will I fool anybody?
What mask will you wear today?
or will you let me see you 
before you run away?

Pretty fake flowers.

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Maybe you would like to see my funeral too

Maybe you will get to wear my ashes new

pretty fake flowers on your wrist

wishing you were everything that I missed:

But I'm not gonna be your Monster anymore.

I can get back up off the floor

I'm not gonna be your monster anymore!. 

Ashes

Give me my Ashes Lord, from the volcano of molten love that eternally flows from your ever merciful heart. Lay to rest the man I have become and lift from its ashes the man you sent me to be.

art by:
http://imgkid.com/black-volcanic-ash.shtml

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In prison behind your  cloudy skies I see the sun and the moon orbit the earth at the dawn of Sunrise.

Nothing changes today

                                                                         I Pure Life

(art by eleathyra)

art by eleathyra

I remember paradise and my Fathers promise everytime I look into your eyes.

Decades ago I promised I would take you back to his Majesty, so he could love on his daughter once again.

Back when we had wings and would be caught in his star filled gaze, he delighted in us and what he had made.

Nothing changes today.

Almond Joy

To paint your sky late above the frozen lake
to give you new life
and let you struggle with the old.
You are an almond tree, the one blossom, the one fruit,
of all the millions
That the king hand picks and savors as his own.

Regression Therapy

When I was in fourth grade I was invited to a birthday party at a kids house that had a pool. It was summertime so naturally we were all swimming. I decided to walk on the water, and the other kids tried it too, but they couldn't and than they became angry and beat me up bruising my face and blood was coming from my nose and I couldn't breath. Forty years later and I'm just now starting to remember.

Waldo

Sister Helen Preajean

I had the pleasure of meeting sister Helen Prejean at the Sacred Heart Retirement Convent in Kalmazoo Mi where she was stopping on a speaking tour. At the time I couldn't have been any deeper into my holy roller phase, at this point I was sure I was our Lord. I stood in line with book in hand (which I actually read) and waited my turn. When I introduced myself and put out my hand I said something like "Blessed are the pure of heart,  for they shall see God. She looked at me and winked saying " Who said that, You?"