candykid Poetry (58)

God is not invisible, I can see Him in your face...
The lines He chose to shape your place in this time-tested space...
God is not invisible, when I look into your eyes...
The lies you tell, they matter not, despite my tearful cries...

God remembers nothing but the good that you have done...
The words you speak, so mild and meek, the rays of our bright sun...
God is not transparent when I look into your soul...
There's evidence of His grand designs, His love can keep you whole...

I testify that God exists, I see Him everyday...
When children play, when wind does sway, the salty sea that sprays...
God made no mistakes when He did weave you with fine strands...
His hands I see, in you and me, His love it surely stands...

I'll tell you a story I know to be true…
How do I know it?....I’ve lived it, have you?...
‘Poet’ would rhyme here, though it's so abused…
‘Know it,’ it's worse,....context is misused…

Confused yet? Good,.... All excuses refused...
Produce what reduces profuse said abuse...
Deduce what’s produced, now tell me the truth…
Confused again? Better…. I need not your proof…

Most write what is right, it's straight from their hearts…
In part, ‘the reasons,’.......I won't even start…
If not so why would I say what I mention?...
Some write for the process, some write for attention….

The only thing that matters in this cursed dark universe...
Are things unseen in sick dark dreams that bring what surely hurts...
Invisible stars too far to reach elude me every time...
Dark matter is the element that can make your dark stars shine...


I love the feel of stardust when it falls upon my face...
I love to steal the taste you place in places of dark space...
I hate the feel of gravity when it pushes me away...
Away from you, my love so true, away from your embrace....

Allegedly born from the dust of this earth...
We are...
Assembled from the dust of the stars...
So far...
Cursed ever since the day of our birth...
Means nothing...
For I have been pierced by the venomous stars that came into existence by an everlasting entity...
That refuses to negotiate...

It is the liquid fire inside your eyes that melt the stars of sanctity...
As I witness your true suffering...
It means something...
And it is through this process of sanctification...
That I find solace in this solemn state of sorrow....

As a child I recall such horrible visions...
Staring at four corners of the room in my prison...
Spirits would appear in such abhorrent conditions...
And torment me, I felt no choice, yet made my decision...

Lacking toys that normal children play with as kids...
A broken mirror, most pieces clear, I formed a crude sphere...
What was I to do?......I longed for light in the dark...
A spark of thought, I do recall, I'd lost all my fears...

I summoned several Demons through a process of prayers...
They dared me to surrender on invisible chairs...
Then handed me a laser and said...'child don't fear'...
'Just point the light, into the shards, no need to be scared'...

As light reflected into the first piece of sharp glass...
It's speed continued to proceed....it went very fast...
It traveled from one broken piece, then into the next...
Complex it was, the Demons knelt.....'Twas Satan at last...

'Confused' is not a word that I would use to describe...
The feelings that the Devil made me feel deep inside...
He offered me some candy in exchange for my soul...
His goal was done, Lucifer won, a fallen Angel's Son.....

There are several visible evidences of your true beauty...
Some are invisible, some are half-seen...
Maybe I'm fixated on all the wrong things...
Regardless, I regard you as my Supreme Queen...

What a blessing it is to have the ability to see...
Through sparkling black marbles made just for me...
For they are the windows into your sweet soul...
A place of pure comfort....a space you control...

As a child, I loved to play with glass spheres...
I've never grown-up....I still have my fears...
Your eyes, they have hurt me, I shed forth my tears...
I'm still just a child after all of these years....

Ceremonial serums reconstruct sickness,
Syrups deconstruct what is stuck...
Powerful potions relieve with a quickness,
Liquids laced with bad luck...

Syrupy spirits so sourly sweet,
Relief with no substitute known...
Elixirs, consistors of poisonous treats,
Belief in my syrup syndrome.....

My Dearest Father in Heaven;

I know it's not my right tonight to inquire of Your position...
Curiosity, has obviously, gotten the best of me...
I will not try to justify this unjust inquisition...
Why must there be, for all to see, such harsh atrocities?

It is in this holy place of solitude that I contemplate our fate...
For time waits for no one in this season of disgrace...
Spirit worlds have a perfect record of accepting...
All of those rejecting their unlimited space....

You need not answer me these things Dearest Father...
My faith will trump my fears...
I say these things in Jesus's name...
And seal them with my tears...
Amen....

My intellect detects...
The things that I select...

I inspect what I inject...
To protect what I project...

I correct what can't connect...
And reflect what can deflect...

I reject all your respect...
I dissect what you protect...

Emotional detector, the supreme protector...
Dissector selector...
Deflector respector...

Corrector connector...
Protector projector...
Injector inspector...
Expect hurt...

A perfect reflector with a painful rejector...
You are the ultimate emotional detector....

You've never let me love you...
But I still do.
You sever every attempt to...
Unfortunately true.

Despite your resistance my heart will appeal,
Relentless persistence in part will reveal,
Unearthing consistence,
Prevailing coexistence,
There is nothing in the history of the earth that could ever stop me from loving you....

It's quite interesting how we mortals are limited by time...
Blind with false notions, blind in our minds...
I can clearly recall that day in the spirit world...
The kindness of Angels....the kind that shines fine...

Armies of Angels with soft-spoken words...
Flying with golden silk feathers like birds...
Ready to witness the most important event in all of eternity...
The birth of Our Savior, my eyes were then blurred...

I knelt before Angels....I listened and heard...
I felt I should speak, but there were no words...
It was in Your infinite wisdom to not let me see...
The birth of Our Savior....Ruler of worlds...

You did not withhold all from me however...
Through feathers of Angels, I probably never...
Have seen such cries from such heavenly skies...
As liquid stars dripped from Your heavenly eyes...

For You knew the importance of what had just taken place...
And had orchestrated this concert through time and through space...
It indeed was for me and all of the inhabitants of the earth...
The birth of Our Savior...Oh Sweet Child's Birth......

My wishlist for Christmas?...That Christ lives within us...
Though I am a bit saddened, my sins have worn thin...
Therein lies the truth, how could truth be a lie?
It can't, it's within, every pore of His skin....