I am precious to both kingdoms, both dark and light. I carry power and potential to grow both kingdoms, so both sides are fighting for me.
The one king offers: Temporary satisfaction and happiness, but neglects me when I am sad. He gives me vessels to love, but that love is hurtful. He satisfies me with music that has no life in its lyrics and makes me wonder if I am truly living my life. He teaches me beautiful secrets that bring death and sorrow.
When the other King offers: Joy and new mercies every morning. Love that protects and heals open wounds. Music that speaks life and breaks unseen shackles which the naked eye cannot see. Teaches me how to live this life with purpose and gives a guide that leads the way and lights up my walk on the road I walk on.
Maybe I speak for all, there are two kingdoms you cannot see who fights for you. We all serve in a certain kingdom, question is…
In a way I’m jealous of the blind man and he’s jealous of me, for the world he will more than likely never see. The beautiful mountains and the palm trees, the beautiful blue wide open seas. The bright blue
Mid this commemoration, Of annihilation Of inclinations And pursuits, My soul revels In these fervent goodbyes. The stiff and the spiritless, Scream my name. They exult and glorify This celebration. Agony, Candid in it’s certainty, Leaves always, To re appear
They minded their conversation, The ants that came marching in. Extra sugar. A little less cream. The foam from their latte circled their mouths, Disfigured steam still rising from their small cups. A light comfort found after a hard day’s