I write to tell this world my name
to let all know I’m not the same
as those who live to breathe and die
cuz I have seen through my soul’s eyes

so now the world shall hear my voice
as written in my words of choice
that underscore my life as seen
behind the veil in this short dream

I hope my children read this book
and understand what father took
from life and love and all within
the span of what I feel for them

I hope, I pray that words appear
that help describe my journey here
but furthermore these words define
just who their daddy is inside

and so I write to give release
to all my life and all defeat
to show my highs and lows I’ve seen
to feel complete in life’s machine

I write because I know not how
to live without, to be a cloud
of silence upon this lone rock
and so I write, my mind unlocks

I’ve seen just how this life can melt
so easily into oneself
and then I find myself inside
where I exist to meet the light

the place I’ve always feared to go
yet somehow feels I’m going home
if I can only pass the part
where voices cried, lost in the dark

I’m pulled without a conscious step
this energy where love is kept
and then I dared look to the side
and saw the souls that chose to hide

they couldn’t see the light I saw
they still looked back at what was wrong
while I was drawn by love set free
these poor lost souls just couldn’t see

they’re trapped within their tortured minds
yet little do they realize
that what is holding them in pain
is their own need for human gain

yet some are truly battered souls
been hurt beyond what could be told
for them they can’t go to the light
instead return to human life

I felt myself begin to fear
remembering all pain drawn near
as I began to think and dwell
I pulled myself to my own hell

’twas then I just did realize
it is not purpose, nor demise
to live a life just without sin
there is much more to our own end

it is the peace our minds must find
to love is good, yet never hide
inside revenge, inside disgrace
it only ends with darkened fate

so I let go of all the pain
I burned it all with strongest flame
it’s not my fault, so I let go
of all the burden my soul owned

at very last I was pulled forth
back to the light, back to the torch
was faster now as all I saw
this light in all majestic awe

the feeling of my own new birth
then all at once, I’m back on earth
I was sent back, once more alone
my memory an overtone
that casts a brightness flooding all
the thoughts behind my mortal walls

and since that day my mind has changed
it never has quite been the same
perception of a world drawn near
and how I think to hold life dear

to feel that I am lost and found
and hear the light and see the sound
I feel both opposites at once
to see the light and want its touch

so what will tell of who I am?
is it my actions or the pen?
of course it’s both, that much I know
yet so much left inside, untold.

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