My days are filled with joy,

but my nights become monsters

lurking about trying to devour,

like I'm just a toy,

dragged down by that boy

My mind twists realities 

showing only the worst in the vivid encounter

I swear the devil uses them,

to discourage and to tempt

but useless are his attempts

I serve a God bigger than that

One who reminds me of joy 

and changes my night-mares 

to bareback rides through open fields

on a white horse only God could provide

I leaped off a cliff, my arms outstretched 

My friends thought me to be dead.

I glided back up with wings beneath me, 

my face so smug and proud to be me.

The fighting, useless words and sarcasm faded.

They finally understood my secretive stair. 

They had called me a liar.

They realized I was right from the beginning.

"And you thought dragons didn't exist... Ha!"

Belief. Such a strong word. In fact it encompasses our whole life, Our world view, and our mindset.

Yet . . . 

So many say that they don't believe in any one thing, Rather they believe in everything. But, truth is truth and there can only be one, One is right and one is wrong. Both cannot be right.

Allow me to impart my Story:

Once I was an ordinary human, Lost in sin and greed.

Then a miracle happened, Two thousand years ago indeed.

My entire life was turned upside down as I realized the weight of Jesus's birth, death, and ressurection. The facts, when looked at logically, all pointed in one direction, Jesus Christ.

My life did not change immediately, but his grace worked in my life daily. I am still a dirty, rotten sinner, but I am being changed daily. 

I see hope and I feel joy.

Sure religious people can be bother. In fact quite ignorant, hypocrites who only rely on rituals and customs for salvation. 

But you see, Jesus spoke against all those things, and those people do not represent him. No. Not at all. If you wish to see who Jesus truly was, instead of relying on misrepresentations, read the book of John and see for yourself. 

Jesus is truth. He is who I believe in. 

As for WHAT I believe in? I will speak only one thought.

Too far gone for God? Who said, you? Or God?

God would never say that. 

You are never to far gone. 

Bright spots in circles but there are lines too. 

My vision is blurred, but vivid too. 

Blank, yet filled with visions for two.

What I see quickly becomes what I think.

My eyes do not lie, 

There a pink spots too.

Like a rose or a tulip 

But no petals or stems

Only a vague inclination of what could be there. 

I'm riding on a cloud 

Cloud nine to be exact 

What I see could easily be described

As lined, dotted, blurred and vivid

Pink swirls and clouds as well

Imagination or sight

 only you could tell.

Stitches on my heart, the tear drops on my guitar tell the story. He let her go. All of me he once Wanted. Somebody like you could never be truly Mine. But somehow I know I will see you again.

Charcoal streaks across the paper 

Longing for form in squiggled clutter

Lines tangled and mangled,

Images slowly appear on the voucher

That beast so long desired,

Now lying so tired.