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DISCOVERING  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT IN  ME

Oh, what a revelation!

Jesus’ gifts are not from this earth.

They are an

uncontrollable quintessence

that radiates into my soul.

God’s love dresses my mind

with golden skyscrapers

that pierce His heavens.

There is no need to own things in His home.

I look deeper into His treasures

and see what I need.

Spiritual waters—the Holy Spirit—take me to Him.

Gold has no value in heaven,

nor do diamonds.

They are just trinkets that sparkle.

Joy,

Glory,

Grace,

and His presence are what’s there.

My mind cannot confirm this,

only my Faith accepts what’s there.

There is no need for words.

There is no need for thoughts.

Translucent,

luminous,

and spiritual gifts are there,

and I have just arrived.

The weight of your eyes

Are upon me.

I cant help but be transparent. 

You undress me 

Without my clothes ever falling

You discover bits of me

Like Im all the stars in your galaxy

Day after day 

Our universe grows larger

I am the black hole

Bringing you in and never letting go

Taking you places

That dreams never dared

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day

You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see

Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true

Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known

Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand

Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far

So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"

Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.

Conflict's repitition leads to progression severed;

a life in which the enemy you're no better.

Outrages, rampages, fights beyond any cause

lead to a world in which you're no better off.

The only resolution to a problem so unreal

is to find a place where you no longer feel.

The pain of others on your life already cold,

forces you to hide to cover up what you're told.

I need to escape from all these lies;

these indescribable pains, all the time..

I need to recover, to get a hold on myself.

I will discover what truth is left at all.

I sit alone in the blackness of reason;

a pathetic target for the others to tease on.

I don't want to face the pain of publicity,

but I cannot stand the pain of no honesty.

Cover me in paint, lock me in my coffin,

never let me see, let not any light in.

I need to be concealed, need to be away

from the lies, scars, and pains of every day.