Lost Soul

I walk as a visionary who captures the images of dreams for those who cannot see.

My words manifest into a visual mirage where all things are deemed possible.

I am elevated higher than the trees and mountains as my wings carry me over the raging seas, where I can hear the whispers of broken souls bellow outcries of torment and fear, as they are sucked into the mangled distortion of the earth beneath them.

Chaos and confusion are yet replaced with a with a sickening stillness and silence, realizing all too well that we had numerous chances to save our planet, however,  we fed our hunger with greed and contempt; lastly destroying all hope for salvaging absolution from nature.

In a peaceful sadness, I  sit perched upon a drifting star anxiously awaiting the re-birth of a new horizon.
                          LM-Akins

They Have Come

We are standing on the precipice of enlightenment, a new revelation shall change the way we view and perceive life, as we know it.

What was shrouded in darkness is pushing its way into the light.

There are beings from an otherworldly dimension making themselves known throughout the world.

We would have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not notice their presence.

They have come not to harm, conquer nor destruct, but to help and aid in the preservation of all mankind.

Their motive is that if mankind ceases to exist, they, in turn, cease to survive.

Lets us all remove the blinders to acknowledge that the human race is not the supreme intelligence and instead humbly make room for the “others” who have been helping us to survive and stood in the shadows of plutocracy.

                                                                 LM-Akins

                                  

Is There Hope For Mankind

My lips are dry and cracked with the indifference of mankind.

Beneath my brows I feel moist precipitation, as the sweat burns deep into my skin.

 Tiny grains of sand form underneath my eyelids as it absorbs each tear.

My hands tremble as they hold the hopes and fears of humanity in one hand, meanwhile balancing faith and acceptance in the other.

We are extended endless time to right our wrongs, ultimately redemption evades our presence such as ghostly spirits who know not of their demise, they remain stuck, still and silenced for all time.

                                                     By LM Akins

Cries Of A Broken Spirit

 

My mind is divided split in portions of five and is served chilled and frosted for the world to devour.

 Attached to my hands are fingers, which are numbed solid as they crack and peel, while pounding the keyboard as it translates these thought filled words.

The members of all my parts have been broken and battered and time has shown little compassion for my being.

I wonder how in this world, where money is worshiped and sanctified does a poor man stand a chance in this merciless arena called life.

All I have to give is located in the upper left portion of this earthly vessel, which sits inside a cavity of tissue surrounded by tissue and bone, however even my heart becomes hardened as the density of stone.

Who has an ear to hear the mangled story of my life, which contains shattered and fragmented pieces of memories that are stored within the corridors of my consciousnesses.

                                                        By   -LM Akins 

Don't Give Up

When storms rage and there’s no relief in sight, don’t be afraid : don’t give up hope for the light will guide you and relieve your soul.

When all seems futile and your dreams are lost and washed up in the sand, reach out to the heavens above and grab on to God’s hand.

The storms will plummet the ground and the wind rage will make the sea rise , hold on to hope and the sun will eventually shine from out of the skies.

                                                            By- LMA

    

Circle Of Life

So many of us contemplate our life and the purpose we serve in it. We often do not realize that we have already served our purpose.

 Each time we awake and enter someone else space we connect.

 Our interaction with people changes the course of time, whether it be small and insignificant or bold and strong.

 We are always looking forward to the future, looking back to the past, the present is always taken for granted. 

Our impact on this time here on earth is determined by our actions and our decisions. 

We are the thread that must stay woven in to the pattern.

If our thread becomes loose it shall affect all those around us. Connection to all beings here in this world is the sole purpose. The circle of life is what we make it.

                                                                 By- LMA

Shadow Song

My shadow is my very best friend; He walks with me for days on in.

We’ve traveled to the deepest places no one has ever seen.

My shadow is the only one who knows me. My shadow never gets weary or weak.

 He communicates with me, although he cannot speak.

When the sun goes down and he disappears from my sight, I know it’s only because he’s afraid of the night.

Great times we’ve had, running and dancing in the long lost summer wind.

My shadow knows no vice or sin.

And when winter’s wrath came and left me in the blistering cold, I hid behind my shadow to keep me warm.

At times, this world takes me for granted and mutilates my suffering and broken heart.

He stands there, taller than I; He gives me the strength to never give up.

I know there’ll come a time when my shadow will not be at my side.

When I gently close my eyes and will not awake from my dreams.

I will become my shadow and he will become me.

                       By- LMA