I Sit HereI sit here
The days go by so fast and still I sit here waiting for you.
Im lost, looking for a friend or love to embrace me.
But still I linger with only absence and myself.
Millions upon millions are out there but Im alone.
Hidden in this corner, cover by a wall of thick stone.
And I dont understand how I can be so strong.
Because at this moment I am so weak.
Broken with the wind and battered by bitter rain.
Not any comfort in these drops nor life to linger after.
When will I be free from this pit, this trap, so unforgiving.
And when will I see results from what I do and who I am.
Or is my fate to sit here alone in this field of withered corn.
Only to glaze upon the things of my will, rather then to complete.
How do I move on, stripped of all my inner and outer being.
How do I take hand of the shovel if I am not shown where to dig.
Is there any way I could understand, it cant be an empty book.
How does brokenness build up or despair bring hope.
Do I stumble in
Are you lost to winters chill?Are You Lost to Winter's Chill?
Where are you?
Are you lost to me and the world?
Youre absence has rendered may heart to shatter, broken like glass.
And covered with the blood of the silent cries of my soul.
It pierces into me, stinging ruthlessly, affecting the ground I walk on.
Found and then lost, lost to the bitter cold of the unforgiving winter.
Weary to know if you still exist, I lay curled in the darkened corner.
Dreading the silents of never knowing and the emptiness inside of me.
My love goes out into the darkened night in search of you.
Fate it seems teases, tricks me into despair, toying with my heart.
It tells me you are gone, and no more shall it let me love or hope.
But then life must go one, wither you are here or not.
And until the end of my days I will not forget.
For love does not die with lose or in death.
And I will go on, walking down that troubled path.
Until the day I must go, and then I will finally see you again.
Man is destroying the earthCopyrighter to critterinthedryer
Man is destroying the earth
The earth is a living mass, with that of trillions of living things.
It is not a humongous hunk of rock in which we can toy about on.
It is not yours to claim like a grasping child hungry for more.
This place is our home yes, but it has become a wasteland.
We take and we plow over the beauty God has placed here for us.
We steal from the earth, its rare and dangerous elements.
And we then inject it into the air, like cyanide into an innocent man.
Lush, green beauty is crushed, made into papers that file her abortion agreement.
We stump upon each other in large crowds to obtain foolish trinkets
And we yearn over otherwise useless and obsessive junk.
We want and we want and never think twice as to how much we take.
The earth is being murdered by the blind eyes of those who think only of themselves.
This earth was made perfect with no other needs, everything God had already placed.
But the sin of man has changed all this, now our
The Refresh of RevivalThe Refresh of Revival
Here I was utterly amazed, yet still reflecting on how time felt as it was tumbling me round and round, this cold and death seemed to go on with no end. Yet blindly it suddenly came swiftly through the slow, creeping, and oozing; the dolorous chill of glimmering silents that covered and entombed the earth. As I stood there the depending, heavy cloth which had found its home curled around me dropped to the crooked wooden steps. Like a soul freed of suffocating demons, my body took in the breath of life the earth had breathed upon me. And the fragrants of freedom, life and heavenly love flowed through this dry mind that was hidden away from the curses of the season before. Looking above to warm rays, in ones mind this could have been mistaking for the brilliant, glimmering presents of a heavenly dweller descending towards me. Around me were the cheers of others from a different kin. They rejoiced in thanksgiving and in extol songs and danced in the breath; in