Saturday, January 12, 2013

ONE, My Color Everything by Me


ONE
One pill
One gleam of the eye
One song and I wanna go suicide
One token of love and I would’ve said No
One friend to stand by and say don’t fall for it
One second I would’ve still been alive
One night I ‘ve lost my purity
In One moment I would’ve still have life within me
One touch, and life could be breathed into me again
With One reach of a hand, I’m rescued from attack
+One man
One strike for the assaulter, one stripe for the victim
One strike for the adulteress, one stripe for the cheat
One curse from the mocker, one step forward for the outcast
One thorn for your evil thought, one blood of cleansing
That one mother who kept prayin for the day I’d be saved
One friend who showed me the High I had been lookin for
One person who was able to see me with respect when I was hurt
One person to comfort me when I was covered in shame
One person who had cleansed my head by his crown of thorns


MY COLOR EVERYTHING
I am born
There’s bright light everywhere
I can’t, don’t even have the ability to fathom the existence of color
As I grow I see the color correctors of white, black, and red that
Eventually become the skins I understand to be as people
For a while I see colors of fun, interest, curiousity
Soon my mind takes course down the stairs of grayscale
Into the trap door light that is darkness absolving myself into nothingness
I can’t even see my hand in front of my face not even the color waves
That you alone are able to see of the electrical waves and sounds
that the enemy uses to distract me
The more I’m stranded in this darkness the sounds of temporary comfort
and satisfaction get taken away from me
hearing only the creaking of doors, slams, shouts and shrieks of help
Then, I see a lightning strike of red, then another,
all around I see the flashes of His conquering wrath with the color of His
blood striking the sense of rebirth in my veins
Suddenly, the noise and flashes come to a hault
I heard a bellowing scream of defeat
There’s a light bulb that turns on with the flick of a finger
All is white, all is clear, where there is nothing to fear
I see stairs leading up to a trap door latched open seeing a world of color
I had never seen before
Of a golden, glowing energy field full of hues and values like never before

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