Poems

He's Already Gone


Before We Met


I Searched for Reason


Model of Perfection


What do you see


Reborn

 

Your Question

 

When I Cry

 

Remembering

 

Make me see

 

 

Reborn

I wrote this one as I sat one day thinking about what I was put on this earth for, the places I've been and the things I've seen and done.

 

 

 

I've spilled the blood of enemies
I've spilled the blood of friends
I've known where I was going
with no clue of where I've been.


I've seen the sun rise at midnight
I've felt the rain on a clear day
I've tasted snow in July and rode a wave in the plains.

 

But until I found you
nothing was the same
I lived in misery, I worshiped in despair
you opened the way

and nothing is the same.

 

I lived without meaning
going one minute at a time
not knowing where to turn
only causing pain.

 

Now the path is in front of me
and I can see the sun
life can be lived
without having control
because control is an illusion.

 

I've lived by the bullet
I've silenced with a knife
I've looked upon life with foreign eyes.

 

Those that don't see
n ow show me the way
r edemption is a long road
b ut one I have chosen to take.

 

Life is not my own
i t was brought to show others
t o lead them on a road
w here blood will be the throne.

 

But the blood of the righteous
will beget those of the damned
a nd the path will be paved
t o the life that He has planned.