Diary From The Last Days Works
A Holocaust Of The SoulYou weren't there! You didn't feel the torture of excruciating pain, searing sharpness of glass sliding down your spine. You didn't hear the terror of human agony, gripping moments of voiceless screams.
You didn't see the formless ghost of bodies paraded through the fields. You didn't smell the remains of smokeless gas bellowing through cloudless skies. Where were you? Where was God? You weren't there, and now I can't find my soul! Did you take it? Does God have it?
Are they the soulless wanderers perpetrating havoc upon innocence? You weren't there! When the souls of the soulless were counted among the condemned. I am here! I live again to recover, reclaim, resurrect the holocaust of my soul!
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Only A MemoryNot a moment goes by, not a thought passes through, not a word is spoken, not a rainbow in view. It’s only a memory soon it will pass. Please, Dear God, make it the last. Since a child, the prayer goes unanswered, now an adult, the memories are like cancer. It's only a memory, tearing at the fabric of existence, if only I could be released from the terror of resistance. It's only a memory soon it will pass. Oh, please, Dear God, make it the last!
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Realities IllusionThey evoke the sound of thunder through the innocence of sleep. They make the lions roar felt through chills that go bone deep.
I look out the window to a warm summer’s eve, wondering what to believe what my eyes reveal or my senses feel. They ride on thundering horses through rooms that don’t exist. They attach to wandering thoughts through mind’s that don’t resist. I am in awe at the reality of illusion, wondering what life’s lessons really are, what the brain reveals or my heart feels.
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Deep Within The Spirit Called MeIt’s my Savior’s voice I long to hear,his gentle touch to wipe away this endless flow of tears. Joy filled moments have long eluded my constant stare, and my knees are worn looking for him there. Bombarding thoughts fill my every move, leaving shadows of doubt that I might lose. “Save me, Dear Master!” is my wretched cry as pain fills my bosom and I long to die. “Peace is too foreign a place for a sinner like me; send your angels to set me free.” Solemn thoughts cascade to my rescue and somewhere inside me comes the answer. Not his voice, his touch, nor angel’s do I see but all are found as I surrender to a place deep within the spirit called me!
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Tears For The Lost ChildTears fell like a waterfall cascading over years of pain and sorrow. I fall through the dark abyss as frozen memories of terrorbecome etched on the walls of time. I push on against thundering heartbeats, more... |
Silencing The VoicesSilencing the voices,looking for a place to hide,overshadowed by darkness,as fear welds up inside. Crush me out of existenceend this senseless chatter,surrounded by theories,but nothing really more... |
Turning PointIt’s about trust. It’s all about trust, at the heart of life, at the heart of love. It’s the turning point to God. Without trust, nothing happens.The trees more... |
Web Of DeceitLooking beyond the horizon, soaring where eagles dare not go, seems to be the relentless pursuit of souls lost in the meandering realities of life.Therefore, I shall be valiant as I turn over a new more... |
Meaning Of AngelsI’ve seen your face on the horizon, I’ve watched your wings spread over the vast terrain.I’ve felt your presence through many setting suns.I’ve herald your essence within more... |
Out Of The Darkness And Into The LightWash me like a wave crashing on the distant shore, shear me like a lamb before the slaughter, cleanse the sin but leave the sinner, and who shall arise from the ashes but a weary more... |
Link With The DivineVaguely I recall an eternal embrace,creating a foothold of enduranceand perseverance. Sensuously I feel a celestial pull,emanating through the midst of illusionand forgetting. Each more... |