Presence

We are the wreckage of our past

Or the bridges to the future.

We are the outcome of everything

Or the nonexistence of nothing.

Self-explanatory it is

Yet puzzling as can be.

Life is but the consequences

Of past actions or inactions.

We breathe in the oxygen of the universe

And release the carbon of our existence.

©A Furious Child, September 2018.

Intimacy

There is beauty 

In trust and intimacy,

Witnessed in something 

Simple and unthinkable;

Like sipping water

From the same bottle,

Understanding the whispers

Inaudible to others,

The normality 

Of touching,

Of enjoying 

The other's company

All make life 

A safer place.

A place worth living.

© A Furious Child, March 2017

Time

Time trickles away
As we pass through
A lifetime of Trickery

© A Furious Child

Ocean Slumber

The rush through my veins 

As blood courses to my brain,

It does pain me so to feel

The tightening of my chest...

Another ache sprouts

From the core of this body.

It takes another form

To torment me as I

Sleeplessly lie in the darkness

Of this world of mine...

It sprung from an image –

A thought of you that passed

Through my head and heart –

For that is where you slumber…

But this need –

The hunger – takes over

Every cell of my body…

It revives you once more

To gobble you down.

Satisfied, yet frustrated,

I lie as I drown in the deep

Velvet sky under my head,

With clouds of air

To soothe my furrow,

And under its touch

I release my senses

To the ocean’s depths…

 © A Furious Child

Faisense (Faith & Sense)

Tell me a tale
Of hidden truths,
Of love that lasts,
Of dreams come true.

Let me see
This world again
Through the eyes
Peeking from the sky.

Make me sleep
On heavenly clouds,
And visualize humanity's
Self-destruction legalized.

Explosions,
Bashed heads,
Cut limbs,
Wounded Earth
Blood-stained oceans.

That world seizes,
Broken and shattered.
Bodies piled up in heaps,
Mountains can't compare.

The end is here.
All dreams deceased.
The horn once blown,
All living now gone.

Silence resides,
All beings sleep,
Alone He stands
In His glory.

The horn twice blown,
All beings awake,
Humanity awaits
That long judgment.

I know not
What will await.
I know not
My eternal state.

Heaven or hell
Are all in place.
I pray to God
But it's too late...

I had a chance,
A lifetime ago,
I had a choice,
Be friend or foe.

Not His or yours,
But my own,
It's my decisions,
That seal my fate.

I know that Time
Had played its part.
It seemed like forever
That Single Life.

But Truth be told
I was warned...
Believe or disbelieve
The choice was mine...

Do good, do evil,
I have judgment.
Repent for mistakes,
For God forgives.

It is my belief,
Upon a mind,
I force it not,
Nor do I hate.

Never have I claimed
To comprehend all,
For ultimate knowledge
Is God's alone.

He is the Creator,
The One and Only,
He is the Peace,
Redemption's his.

It's not a tale,
Nightmare or dream.
It's all promised,
That day will come...


© A Furious Child

What a Child!

She was but a child, yet somehow the instinct to love existed within her. Unlike others, she learned heartbreak at quite a young age. She experienced the depravity found in an unrequited love.
A child she was, yet she loved for years. She loved without reciprocation longer than many do, and she remained faithful to that love for too long.
She was but a child, yet she could recognize the adoration in her beloved eyes as they were directed at someone other than herself.
A child, yet her heart was pinched by jealousy and pain that lasted for years before she could master that pain and bury it far away. . . .
She was but a child, yet circumstances changed, and she was agonizing over the troubles of a selfish family that never cared for her heart or her well-being. . . .
She was but a child,  yet she wanted him to comfort her when life forced its way into her little world. 
He was but a boy who knew of her strife and stood close by to watch her being crushed, yet he never reached out to salvage her innocence or her sanity. . . .
She was but a child, yet she experienced her pain as well as the pains of others. . . .
She was a child that had to grow up too quickly. . . .
She had the intelligence to be older than her years. . . .
She is buried now, somewhere in this world, and no one is the wise to know otherwise. . . .

Goodbye, little child!
Worry not, little child, for I will never forget you. . . . 


© A Furious Child

The World of Humanity

Human life is very confusing...

We are all the contradictions this world has to offer..

We can build,

We can destroy.

We are strong,

We are weak.

We are courageous,

But we are afraid.

We make life,

Yet we take life.

We fail

And succeed.

We love

And hate.

We are little

But full of pride.

Outwards

And inwards.

We are temporary

Yet lingering...

We forget.

And remember.

We take

And break.

The world is peaceful

Yet we are always at war.

This world is our playground.

We make of it what we can.

We make of it all we can.

Endlessly we try,

Infinitely we pry...

We question everything,

But sometimes find nothing.

All we do is leave a fingerprint

On a universe without extent.

In the fever of continuity

Memory is our destiny.

© A Furious Child