The Next Thing

Now that I realize I have long ago escaped you. Now that I've escaped that awful thing which contains so much young life, I proceed. I press toward the mark mark of the prize, who's place is craved by all those she still live with you.
     Behold, freedom is what I hold! Now, what you do with it, I was never actually told. To grow, yes of course that must be next on the list. But, in which way to move, the true question sits. Now that I've conquered pain, suffering, and death... What left is there to do? What is left to overcome? Should I continue on the more, just to wait for another battle? It pains me to have to write this, but I'm not sure I can't wait any longer! I fear, sweet dear, my mind and soul are growing quite restless.
    Yes, that mind that desires to be used, that eye that desires so badly to see... they need something to accomplish. They can no longer sit here, just staring into my own personal abyss. They, I, we, had so long desired freedom. But now, so much more than that, we desire productivity. We hold inside of us, a power- a potential if you will. But here in this house, there's nothing to use it against...at least that I can tell! So now, we see the gate. The gates of flood, that is. The flood of souls, out there waiting. The many people who sit, and walk, and breathe... just as calmly as doves, as if they don't know they're on their way to hell. The souls who's destinies are hanging in the balance... What do we do for them? How do we save them? That...oh sweet dear...that must be the next thing for me to find out.

What Stirs You?

   To bitterness, to fear, to hurt...I salute you. You have had your way with me time and time again. And alas, I no longer feel the need to fight you. I'll admit, since my conquering of you, things have been a slightly bit dull around here. But, not to fret! My growth steadily continues. Whilst it's true, I do sometimes miss the inspiration which you were so kind to hand out to me... my cup now overfloweth with joy!
      I have yet to find my next inspiration. Except I know it will again hail from deep, intense emotion. Thoughts of the past mustn't be what ignites my mind. Even learning new things from long ago can still cause pain, this is true. But, why must my mind think that inspiration comes only by you? It mustn't any longer.
     God, help me find my inspiration. I wish to be a philosopher in thought. But, I pray for that not to operate through suffering. Bring to me, my next outlet. Guide to me, the next step, or level if you choose. Show me all new of what's inside of me. Sweet Lord, break my heart with emotions that are true. I ask not for a broken heart in pain. But, please, break my heart to let the deep blood of my emotions flow into and through a passion, towards my gift from you. Let it be more than words on a sheet- more than words spoken aloud. Let the joy in the sound of my deepest heart ring out in a crazed frienzy, only to show more of your beauty. Give me words... Any words, I'll take. So long as they're real, so long as they're true... Let it be so, dear Lord, I feel that now the time is finally due.