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
Introduction
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
Normalcy
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
Them
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
Sleepy
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...
Torment
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
Hope
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
Wandering
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...
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
Introduction
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
Normalcy
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
Them
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
Sleepy
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...
Torment
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
Hope
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
Wandering
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...