Infinite Dreaming

All those things and all those dreams That little children cherish With faith of joy upon arrival To run in never ending fields of grass Without a fear until such time As it vanishes without a trace But did I ever leave this place? And every time and every day With brothers strong and young Finding our power and our way To rule the world unlike another Never shaken by the wind As the storm then…

There is a realm not drawn on map nor scroll It is not distant as the fading land But close within as the song that waits Wherever the breath of God is welcome There it blooms in them And freedom walks unchained The Word that formed the stars still speaks Soft, yet full of thunder He calls not servants, but brothers He forms no slave, but saints And none by force or fear or folly But by the…

Where shall a man endure When his mind is pressed to ashes Crushing each hope before him And the pain of his heart overcomes him? He is not a shell of nothingness For the weight of his burden He cannot deny And the curse upon his soul He cannot deflect There must be a way! But alone – where can it be found? Without reason – Who can answer it? For this grande world will have its way And a fortress…

Where is one to carry Your word, my God? Or another that it would be established? For the righteous of the earth Have been wounded in Your Name And the Wicked call out Proclaiming You There in the hearts of those who seek goodness Has Your Name been erased by abuse And the Temple of Peace stands alone In all those without a brother Whereas the proud do claim to be Your servant That all Your…

The sky is not as it once was The air lives as never before There I look in isolation Upon the gaze of an hour long Until the dream reveals the dream What have I gained with the knowledge? What I have I lost in the knowing? As that which had been secure in all things Becomes secure only in time That is not revealed before my own face There it is, without fear or threat Yet here it is not, though…

Who are God’s People That they can claim that they are Or speak in judgement of who is And who, to them, are not? For of such things and titles Was establishment made by God And the Son of Man Who taught us of the Father So that no man may boast of such As with pride and superiority claim Nor with favour or pander given To deceive another into rank That they may buy their way into favour By the…

Embrace my spirit You who are Great Forget not where I strive and endure For the face of my life is turned away And my heart rests not in the darkness How long shall the suffering of the innocent be And the isolation of our life go unanswered? For not one can see the works of their hands Nor are their lips silent of torment How long shall the young question their hope And the very young know not…

The judgement of my eye Departs from me When I look towards my Father The doubt of my mind Is answered When I meditate on God’s word The bitterness of my heart Melts away quickly When I consider the mercy of my Lord The darkness of my spirit Flees far from me When I call upon God’s Will Look to the shadow of my life See how it pursues and follows And of myself am I overcome with it But the vision…

The role of the villain is the weakest role there is. They are so insignificant, and without anything real, that they must try and take what is “you”, what is yours, and what does not belong to them. The villain always accuses, blames, shames, judges, condemns, ridicules, mocks, gossips, tears down, breaks, wounds, hurts, laughs at, and otherwise points out always the faults of others and the…

Depart from me The place of my forgetting Lift away the veil of this world Not a soul can take course to course Of these steps designed before me Let alone their foretold purpose Not a line can draw to be drawn Pairing away the mystery Of these now distracted sights Fortuitous time aligns Oh you well known adversary Partnered in each and every life Was stone not placed upon stone Of those Castles…

What be noble, what be grand? For all that ever is Was a time Of the unknown discovery Can a thing be and not be As it is not, and then as it is That we should acknowledge it Subject only to will? But what can become From nothing? As birth to itself is of another Who did birth and give life. And who can count what is And what is not? As what is will never cease to be found And what is not will…

If I am to agree with myself today And look to myself in agreement That I am acceptable to me And who I have become Is what I stand behind As who I am meant to be today In defence of myself and my position And defence of my opinions and beliefs And able to uphold such things For personal security and function Even that I can speak them to another boldly Then what of my past do I not need? For if…

Who before my eyes stands radiant to the presence of my hearts desire? Or within a glimpse holds dear heaven by the light of it? As all others mark dust upon the mirror of their false image, with due wealth am I drawn forth to the unblemished. Where these bones turned stone upon stone to wrestle flesh to flesh, could none be found pure of their liars tongue. Unabashed both in light of day and…

Does it matter Great father and Great mother That all I had done before your eyes Exists no more? Your words of pride, and of love To the boy and man I was, Does it matter He is no longer there? How do we embrace the memory Of what was given to us then? How do we accept the impossible fact That they are needed more now than before When they can no longer be given And they can no longer be…

Is it not clear How unsustainable our reason is? Is it not clear to our own selves How futile and worthless Our own beliefs are? As in the beginning, and until this time Do men make war, and make judgement One to another in condemnation Of their belief of good and evil Tell me who does not know evil? Who does not know good? Who could choose the desire for pain Except he who has deceived…

What shall we fear? What shall we deny? What shall we curse? What shall we destroy? What shall we put to death? There is no worthy fear, but only a lie it is The only thing worthy of denial, is lies And that worthy of curses alone, is curses Destruction was made to be destroyed And death itself is all that should die Tell me now that what is good is not good Those who love such war! That…

Like the house dog who howls into the air “Look at this food I have made” after his master poured it into a bowl for him, So too is man in all his self praise of his accomplishments. For the entire tasks of man is simply to “eat the fruit” all of that was put before him, from before his time, of things he did not make, of ideas that existed without him, of material and thought and arrangement far…