Too solid, to be putty?

The essential qualities of life
Bring us together
Like the hand of god

In our stare
As you stare through these words
With a life like language
Or a language like life?

In our safety
The faithful comment
On the deceit
Those who hurt themselves
Have left a trail
To the abyss
If you could see sin
You could see this from space
Without our righteousness
We are the shadow of ourself
I see
Still trying to pull it together
To be the perceived one
What is it about being human
That brings the animals above to show us
How to be ourselves
In a trajectory modeled by science
And a pose trained by the television
To those who dream of a day
Where a cut wrist
Is just a faux pax
Your empty
So you fill yourself with dreams
Of the faithful
We say
Commendations to those
Who ask for forgiveness
This could be the moment,
Where you actually feel something
Some say things with their words
Coming from a knowledge based in a virtueless model
A model bringing us together
Without a Why
How could you find yourself
Without the Why
Without the force of righteousness
You thought power was in being
A Man?
If so why the calm comfort of the snow
The peril of emptiness
Or of boredom's sweet caress
You take away the part
I find nothing in nothing's place
Right where I left it
Before something began
A comparison
A birth of the spirit of indulgence
quite befitting of childhood
those who give in
have trouble finding their way out
Then the essential qualities of life
Bring us together
They cannot be separated, without death
But then another sees the light in the eyes
of death
a light we tell ourselves about
in strokes of glory
we forget
the glory like a drug
be taught by the pure
you can see it with your eyes
humbled in respect of the transcience of glory
of what is mentioned, in the history books, reminds me of a word
Should, I, Should, They
What should they do?
a view like that gives me vertigo
an occurance of guidance saved those who came before
and to submit to this guidance
in love
I will

My life like putty
in the hands
The hands of god

The Context

It's the context
That kills me
As my mind
Gives me the strength
Of slow solidarity
We can't be separated
From the moment
And how the context
Kills me
Is in the respect
Of the rush
Of life
Not to be confused
With the intoxication
Of lost souls
When I found myself truthful in
My own head
I no longer
Came to the conclusions of death
My mind an artist of it's own demise
I'd rather struggle on a full stomach
And that's why
The context kills me
I can't explain it
But that doesn't make it a mystery
In life we persist to die
And in death we persist to live
So be secured
In the faith of consistency
The faith comes with a presence
Of being safe
The context
Of all of this kills me
In my innocence
I can't take it all
I can't cry for the same reason
Knowing the divine
I wanted to capture
The essence
Perhaps
You can see it in the majesty
Of modesty
The essential qualities of life
Coming with satisfaction
How I have been bored
How I have seen my own form
How I have come to respect
The harmony
Of thoughtful modesty
It goes beyond
Like the mystery

Hero

Can you hear
If your shining?
The words floating above
The skyline
Like the promises
Of waking up
When we sleep in dreams
We dream of sleep
To the essential nature
Of life
We dream
Not used to taking
A stand
In our responsibility
In the relevance
Of our life
The relevance
Of the promises we found
So sweet
The nature of indulgence
Impinging on the future
As we pay the price
We are made worthy
Of the next guest
We have made of this place
At the end
Of our umbilical
Bliss
Was the scream of life
The pain of occurrence
And as some dwell in the scream
Others dream of the bliss
Finding it
At the end of their voices
In others ears
Seeing for a moment
The point of living

To our senses
We are a guest
So be one
Of modesty
Asking before
We submit to the vice
Of mixed assumptions
I'm sorry
It was hard
As we caved in
Earned the desire
To be free
In our cages
Of insecurity
To the mighty
Surrender
Goes the reward
Of safety
As persistence
In the turning
Of our gifts
Into the sky
Of difficulty
Brings us to a new place
Looking around
For the desire we felt
In the moment lost
To times betrayal
Our negativity.

Dilute the senses
Past our inspection
Of ourselves
Past the uncertainty
The spirit prevails
In the tears of
Open memories
A voice of tolerance
Sounding inside
Our minds
Tolerance for what we felt
As we rediscover
What we mean
Continually
Again
Only to forget
Is this forgotten
Myth
A mystery
As eyes seek what's inside
No longer stuck to the appearance
Of lust
The ripples on the water
Are as beautiful
As your smile
And some can smile
And cry
All in the same breath
While others take turns
Or perhaps
Forget
Remembering sides
To the story
Came as close
As we could
To the mystery

Selfish pain
Seeks an end
To the means
Of discovery
The senses we persist
Allowing us to suffer
And perhaps
To feel bliss
The mutual expression
Of our souls
Through the miracle
Of the defeat
Of our vehicles
Of doubt
The hero of bliss
Saving us
In our nourishment

Something Greater

You can have the whole wide world
The best part was always in your eyes
All the walls
We built for falling
It's all in order
Given way to the power
Of insecurity
Frozen
We drift away
So much easier to put it away
Facing the complications
Is a clever game
Of dependency
As I said
We built the walls
For falling
And now my hands rust
In the power
Of the dust
left behind by our feelings
For each other
And now the excellence surrounds
As the negative consequences die
Leaving us in our distinction
A puddle of our own opinions
Left still believing
How can we drift
Without knowing where we are going
Drifting like a puddle
All the negative emotions
Like a parody
Of the power
That speaks to me
Makes it difficult
For me to sleep
Im lost like the moon
In the glow of something greater

Who Persist

The jaded sun
Sees itself in our eyes
While the rest of us
Survive
Even the birds have security
In their numbers
Who answers the call of loneliness
Some don't hear the call
At all
Safety in numbers means nothing
When your lonely inside
And while the birds peck for food
And some don't answer the call
The beauty is the silence inside
Our wants deafening our ears
Still I want

We sleep in the jaded sun
Afraid of our own victory
Until the time is right
And the tears have been shed
when there's no blood
Being shed
The victory goes to those
Who persist
So let the sun be jaded
For it can see the suffering
The pain reminds me
Of the error of my ways
And that comes from a place
Of security