To Spin


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Yeah, I've had some nightmares. Ever been afraid to go to sleep? There is in the dream world a gateway to the spiritual world that is as real as the three dimensional world we live in. There are some of you who know this is true. Those of you who don't are deceived and held hostage by the darkness that is always pressing in all around to envelop us always and we are powerless against it. The only way to fight this darkness back is the pure unadulterated light of Christ.

I wrote this 20 years after the vision/dream I had and it is still as vivid as ever. You guys - please find the light.

To Spin A Twisted Tale


Written words are powerful in their unique ability to portray an image personal to

the individual who allows himself to become a canvas on which the author loosely paints,

surpassing all other forms of media in which one is presented with external stimulation.

When the sights and sounds of a story are created within the reader’s inner mind,

the result is something which can never be duplicated over speaker or on screen as each

mind perceives things in a different fashion, images as varied as there are people.

The Artist

It starts with a tingle, a twitch, a push

Welling up from deep within

Unique are the ways that express the attempts

To show one's perception of reality

As thoughts are forged that create the art

He carefully unveils a piece of himself

Out of the shadows and into the light

With explosion of emotional release

heal me oh Lord

from affliction

make haste to deliver

my soul

for the agony runs deep

and there is no relief

but from your hand alone


In the beginning his life was normal

Like any other small boy

He ran and jumped and had some fun

Not knowing they watched him with evil joy

From his youth he thought he was in control

Things came so easy and fast

Soon he moved beyond friend and peer

Emotions and thoughts kept under tight grasp

As he grew into a man it seemed

He had it pretty good

Health and love, a nice family

Things turned out just as he knew they would

That’s when they started to sneak into his thoughts

Taking note of his torment and fears

Knowing the dreams and desires inside

They lay in wait, in dark shadows they hide

From those shadows they reached out and touched him

Slowly draining his soul and strength

Unnoticed by even his very own mind

They did not worry to take their time

Sometimes they would breach through the wall

Causing his eyes to see

The consequence of the battle inside

Into the physical realm did they slide

The things that happened would cause him

To tighten the grip on his soul

Run, run, as fast as you can

But the battle was still too close

As he filled in with shadows and darkness

The sludge filling in every space

As years passed by, he went beyond sighs

‘Till he remembered not the way it had been

They carefully planned and waited

The attacks subtle and right on the mark

They wanted to take control of his life

By filling him up with inner strife

He found himself locked in a corner

Bound by deceit and lies from them

Filled with sadness, loneliness and dark melodies

That no one else can see

Weary he rests while the war rages on

Hiding from enemy's shots

In a foxhole he camped while they searched him out

He watched them laugh as they cast his lot

Decades passed as he kept them

Locked away from his open view

Emotions and feelings in a stranglehold trapped

Seething inside with them like boiling wax

The sludge bubbled and popped, spewing despair

The waves hit with relentless force

Confusion ran deep as he fought for a glimpse

Of truth and reality

Over the years, fed by their lies, incredible sadness advanced

Diligently stealing his hope and his joy

Replaced with solemn misery

Finding out they stole his years

At last he had no more tears


Tiptoeing in, they plan their attack

They know of every fear

As they whisper and wait for his eyes to close

He feels their presence so very near

They reach out with their lying tongues

Abhorring the truth and the light

Masters of deception, they pride themselves

To spin a twisted tale

Hidden corners they illuminate

With various shades of gray

Bringing sorrow and pain and grief and such

Into the light of the nighttime day

They make his dreams seem real to him

Like an alternate life that he lives

People and places and memories unique

To the nighttime world that does exist

They paint the picture of hurtful sorrows

Making him believe it is real

The fear and pain and tears pale out

To the utter loss of hope

Slowly they reach his conscious mind

Appealing to wants and desires

Rearranging the normal priorities

Little by little he hits his knees

He sees and thinks things that make him believe

That he knows not any more

Where he comes from, or where he will go

Life has become a raging cyclone

He feels the battle begin anew

The footholds they had dug in deep

The attacks they sent cruel

With glee working the tools

Mind and body blitzed


As darkness falls, he reflects

On the sordid state that exists

His mind collapsing into frenzy

Soon there will be no more escape

Unwillingly, he gives in at last

To the drifting away of restrain

Though he knows that it’s not right

He longs to give in to the dark delight

From dusty corners unimaginable

And the darkest place of his heart

Comes the fulfillment of what he fears the most

While trapped in the sleepy part

Boldly they emerge, slipping into the realm

Where joining in to agony sweet

The partners of his nightly world

Torment him till he lies prostrate

Restlessly, he tries to regain - any kind of control

But locked up in the cycle of life

Is the unavoidable fact of sleep

And the living world of dreams

From the depths of his soul he tires

Of the struggle to separate

The subtle difference between sleeping

And finding himself awake

It seems that the nightmares got loose

And crashed right through the wall

Tumbling into his waking thoughts

Blurring the line of night and day

His consciousness dulled by exhaustion

Whirling him into despair

Reality lost to a circle of time

Darkness falls...


Oh the pain that no one knows

With each passing moment

Thru his veins it flows

Invading his being

Each fiber and cell

Making his life a living hell

His thoughts a jumble

Dreams bad at best

There's no relief, even in nightly rest

He tries to ignore it - it won't go away

The torment he feels

Is there to stay

Where can he turn, where can he hide

No person understands

Though he does not lie

He puts on a mask

With himself makes a deal

But ultimately it's more torment he feels

The wave hits hard, he quivers and shakes

Praying for reprieve

Nobody cares even if they could tell

How he longs for the toll of the bell


As the pain inside builds into frenzy

He begins to lose his hold

Unable to distinguish between realities

The anguish is more than he can behold

The light of hope grew dimmer

Fading away it became just a glimpse

He tried many times to reach out for it

But he would always miss

And because the people around him were clueless

They really just didn’t know

For to share with them the feelings inside

Is somewhere he did not want to go

But the distress caused by the emotions

As they torment him night and day

And the physical reaction from sleepless nights

Made him wish they would stay away

So he made up his own little plan

To beat them at their own sport

As he left the physical life he had

He thought it was his last resort


For the longest time he wandered with them

Learning the tricks of the trade

How to affect relationships

By lying to family and friends

Materializing into physical form

With arms and legs and a smile

So that any attempts that are made to succeed

Turn into failure, the finances bleed

Stepping out on his own he searched

Looking for a friendly place

Somewhere that has familiar scenes

Like ones he once embraced

The torment had caused him to change

To a horrible, wicked thing

Gleefully planning to breach through the wall

Memories of anguish in his memory did ring

Carefully from the shadows

Hidden away from view

He noted in him the torment and strife

Laying in wait ‘till the time was right

So he painted the picture of a nighttime day

That worked so well with him

Dreams he would twist

Pain he would bring

All with intent of a bitter end

The Boy

In the beginning his life was normal

Like any other small boy

He ran and jumped and had some fun

Not knowing they watched him with evil joy...