Why is Good Forgotten?

~Why is Good Forgotten?~

This journey is not for the faint of heart.

These moments take precedent over the rest.
I have been given these moments to make things better.

One step to the right as my body goes left.

I am entrusted to give back and not just take.
To go out and understand that the world does not want to accept me.

To be a servant,

And give, give, give.

Do I distrust my distrust?

Am I profound for the sake of me?

Or do I proliferate my gifts for others?

Do I go and bring change, joy, and hope for the joyless, and hopeless?

Salt that lacks taste.

Seeds that get planted next to rocks.

Houses sinking in the sand.

Failing because you do not try.

I have work to do.

I have more to do in this life.

To serve and give to the poor.

And to know I was chosen to cultivate the trees to grow fruit.

Is it easy?

Will I love myself instead of others?

Is it easy?

No, opposing forces will make you want to serve self instead of giving back.

Good is not striven for anymore.

Pleasure is the new religion.

Power, greed, sex, and money are the gods of our world.

Lovers of self, lovers of the gray.

I would rather see it black and white.

To know where you stand.

Not to muddle or blur lines.

I would rather sacrifice than let it be easy and lose my soul.

Serving is not natural.

It is a choice.

Every day going out and giving back.

Instead of praising God then spitting in people's faces.

Is this the world you wish to live in,

A place of pride;

A places of greed;

A place where being blind to the truth leads to slaughter?

This journey is not for the faint of heart.

But I would not have it any other way.

Helping those in need.

Understanding what it truly means to be alive.

Live For More

"So I set off running
To reach the other side
To find a place to call my own
There in the distance the rivers open wide
And I was lost but not alone"
                              ~Switchfoot

~Live for More~

Trust and let live your life into the unknown that is worth letting go for.

Give up control to the one who gave it all.

I want to live my life to upset the status quo.

To hurt the one who wishes to take it away from me.

I long for the other side.

My hopes hope relies on the sea

It sails me to a place where I am happy.

To a place where you will meet me where I am.

The plan was said, 

And the plan took place.

Fulfill my soul and break my heart.

Please make me hurt and long for the end of days.

In the meantime I wish to live and breathe free.

I wish to bring those whom I talk to with me.

In the meantime I wish to drink and see,

All the glory of the world around me.

I plan to take full advantage of the words placed before me.

I plan to learn more than philosophy and greed.

I plan to pray in the day even when I should sway.

I plan to teach myself and others the hope created by death.

Our information stretches far.

It instantly travels faster than a man tapping his finger.

We live in a world that is so connected.

Yet we are more alone than ever.

Death will come and information shall be sent.

The digital nation making a person infamous.

The answer to the truth is just a click today.

The answer to what comes next is a prayer and eye shut away.

What is this fear that we have when it comes to dying?

We need to live in the moment and for our end in the same breath.

We need to hear our personal prophecy fulfilled.

Our self contained moments restored to a group of those who truly love.

Are you ready?

Is your life awakened and closed?

Is your heart running and standing still?

Is your soul pointed north longing to be home?

Trust, live, hope and dream.

Create and be created for purpose and the sea.

Set sail and know where your destination lies.

Love the loveless and give hope to those who have no hope at all.

My end is a home in a place where I finally know I belong. 

If I die, or if I ascend I will never stop praying and loving all that loves back.

If I die, or ascend I will do my best to doubt my doubts and live your dreams.

If I die, or ascend I will continue to be on fire and burn for love.

I will burn and be on fire for a nation of sinners.

I will be a saint that is worth the title given to me.

I will burn down this town for a hope beyond my being.

I will burn and live for God, and then die or ascend into a home. 

A home where I will sing the truth and harmonize.

 With the saints that set sail before, during, and after me. 

Two Oceans

I gave my everything, for all the wrong things. In this cold reality I made this selfish war machine. Oh, this has become Hell. How can I share this life with someone else? I promise you there is no weight that can bury us. Beneath the ghosts of all my guilt, here in the dark side of me. 

                                                                                                                        ~Coheed and Cambria 

~Two Oceans~

I am striving for all the things that make me unhappy.
I am looking for life in all the wrong places. 

Treasure is where my heart lies. 

My heart lies at the bottom of the ocean.
Looking for the beauty in the depths.
The ocean is beautiful but at that depth I cannot see it.

Hearts swim together to find peace.
Hearts dive into the deep looking for pearls and angels.
Hearts go deeper looking for sunken treasure. 

Are they able to see this treasure they seek?
Is it worth the effort to swim further for a price?
What they are looking for, is it going to fulfill their souls?

I am putting my hope in all the wrong things. 

I am working towards worry to fuel my life.
I am trying to survive more than trying to be alive. 

Should I jump off to the other side of my boat?

Where I am told the true beauty lives?

Or should I continue to to dive into the depths that give me so called more?

Should I find another ocean to swim in?
Am I able to turn this life around?

I wonder who am I trusting in? 

Why am I letting fear and exuberance run my existence?
I need to take the knife and cut the cord I use to anchor myself to this stone heart.

I need to break it apart. 

Seas of broken glass and shattered dreams.
I need to turn this stone to spirit,
And swim towards real beauty rather than tarnished goods. 

The glass in the seas make swimming harder for many.

It cuts and bruises all that we hold dear.

The glass can be what purifies if you let go of control. 

Take this heart and burn it in the water.

Take this heart and shower it with the cleansing fire.

Take this heart and let me be a trusting spirit and let me be free.

Greed and pride of the heart is what the depths tell us to endure.

It tells us we just need a little more.

We just need the next happy thing. 

May my heart learn something for once, 

And define my desires for the longing of real time.

The absence of lingering and the collected nature of the world.

Take root and grow in the ocean you want me to be.

Grow and have me see that money does not define me.

The heart of hearts beats air to my lungs to disperse the fear that I hold dear.

My whole life I have been searching for the way to true peace.

I have been looking in all the wrong places.

And doing the drugs that I have been told will ease my pain.

I have been striving for all the things that make me unhappy.
I need to let go of the control I think I have.

I need to learn that the depths hide the beauty the other ocean gives freely.

I do not need more when I can trust and gain more.

I do not need the ocean that hides peace.

I need to live my life for the other side and destroy every sense of control I think I have.

Goodbye greed.

Goodbye material need.

Hello to the life I was meant for where I will thrive.