they walk on stilts

holding their heads up way too high

while holding us hostage 

under the spike of the heal

keeping you at a distance

a steady invisible hand pushing you to the brink

why?

Must it be  

this way

God? 

I know you see me

the man watching 

the one knowing that their are those like this

experiencing those that like bliss and make war 

with their eyes and bodies. made up

burning the bridge between love and lust

they want nothing to do with the pain caused

justifying destruction , tu casa, es my body 

pleasing the flesh that dies over night 

to become immortal, only to find out we can create. mortals

blinded by the light of success over service 

beyond giving, just. living 

in a world where sex, money, and ignorance live

how many times will i disturb my spirit to entertain demons

hoping that was the last and praying 

that God will make me new

I believed and fell short

i had faith but have flesh 

I am but a man

that has fallen

the sorrow of getting back, up

it defeating, depleting and disillusionment 

the the one that already has

given up

and i circle back

to the thought that brought me here

the mind, heart and lies that have been accepted

and into the spirit, body, and truth that have brought me through

suttle moments of guiding 

i have been th disobidient boy

locked in a cage 

lost in my way 

i look up agan

i look out to see