Three Wishes

I always held a sort of envy for people who are musically trained. Jealous of their ability, or their uncanny posture, and participation to an exclusive culture and way of expression. Jealous of their parents that pushed them to excellence, jealous because I know I'm not capable of it. If I had three wishes, I'd wish for world peace, end to world hunger, and weirdly.. for more Christian brothers and sisters. And if I were to keep going, there'd be a lot more like no more rape, no more kidnapping, no more racism, no more littering, no more smoking and drug use, etc. But my  first selfish wish, all just for me. I'd wish everyone had the musical talent. I wish I had an instrument. I guess I had the flute. That was fun while it lasted. I'm too wishful.

Body

God, have I been faithful in Your tests? In moments of weakness, you  test my faith. In moments of strength, you let my ego soar. God, I pray that I won't get dragged down again, my flesh clutched by the zipper of some rusty chain.

Ah, my heart and it's unrest.

Devastation

"AHH!", I want to scream.
Tears, I want to cry.
Babies, I want to smash (not really).

But I won't. Because I'll do whatever God has chosen for me, because He only has love for me. Pure, unfailing, awesome love. 

I just pray, with a little hope, that God chose me to fly.

Dear God

why have you given me this beautiful dream, and this wretched body that can't fulfill it?

I dream a dream

I dreamt a dream. In that dream that I dreamt, I killed that scrawny white boy with my bare hands. 

Hello, someone just broke our home

What was once an invincible and mighty refuge, has been exposed as the piece of trash it really was. I'm awake now and I see that we live in an ignorant world full of uneducated fools that think it is 'cool' to taint the world of wretched stains and to take away every last bit of comfort from souls finding no hope for humanity. That impending sound of hard object going against hard, but fragile surface, is one that none of us could ever forget. Where even the lightest hint of it, will bring us back to that uneventful night of the attack.

Boom! Oh, ****. Is it him again?
BOOM! This is a threat.
****,****,****. This is a robbery.
Was that a brick, a bullet, or a baseball bat?
Is it the Wii, the laptop, or the flatscreen tv?
Shattered pieces everywhere.
****, where the hell is the phone?
****,****,****
"Mom! Phone, right now! 9-1-1, 9-1-1!
      "What is it?"
"9-1-1, damn it!"
"Hello, someone just broke our home"

leave

Life, life, where have you gone?
World, world, what have you become?
Joy, joy, when did you die?