Rise Up

Forcefully waiting for the end to come
But a new beginning dawns upon you
When all is lost and hope has faded
Springs up a a light anew
And with comes a new found courage
Strength from deep within
That pounding of the drum goes on
Carried by the wind
Elegant phrases spoken by lying tongues
To please your ears and mind
But you know better than it listen
And push them far behind
Rise up against the evil tides
Rise up against the enemy
Rise up against the evil waves
And from within find thee

I'm Still Learning

So I have to believe
Much I have to learn
Forever we'll be free
Loving you has been wonderful
Me not so much
So I'll be on my way
Much I have to learn
Forever we'll be free
Loving me has been a challenge
You have been so patient
I cannot being to repay
Love is all you know is seems
You have loved me forever
You have given everything for me
Love is all you know it seems
Me not so much sadly
But I'm learning...

Oak

He'd forgotten what his name was, let alone how to spell his own name.  How sad.  How hilarious.  Depends on the person you're speaking to don't it?  Either way he had no idea who he was.  So the man asking him wouldn't be getting any kind of answer any time soon.  Regardless he continued to punch him in the face repeatedly when he failed to respond.

"What's your name?"  asked the man.

"I don't know...honestly," said the other taking a moment to spit out some blood.

The man punched him again.  This time a tooth so lovingly dislodged itself from his gums and flew across the room, causing more blood to fill his mouth.  His top lip was split as well and his nose was most likely broken.  His left eye was starting to swell.

Why couldn't he remember his name?  If he could then this whole game of punching bag would end.  He couldn't remember what he'd been doing, or how he got here.  He just woke up in this room tied to the horridly uncomfortable wooden chair.  Wasn't really his taste in style either.  He'd have preferred something oak.  Oh yeah?  Oak?  You like Oak?  That could be your name for now.  The man raised his fist again so he spat up some more blood and then said , "My name is Oak."

"Oak?  What kind of a name is that?  Doesn't matter.  Tell me, Oak, why you're here.  Why were you inside the facility?"

Facility?  That sort of rang a bell for him.  It sounded familiar to him.  But why?  He didn't know what it was, and of course had no idea why he was here or what he had been doing beforehand.

"Honestly...I don't even know.  I can't remember anything okay?  I just woke up here tied to your ugly chair."

"You don't remember huh?"  asked the man.  "So if you won't talk then I have no choice but to put you in the program."

"Program?  What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough.  I can only imagine that's what you were here for.  You and all your nasty reporter friends always trying to butt in on what we do here."

"Where is here?  Where the heck am I even?"

"Stop playing dumb kid, you know exactly where you are and what you were doing.  No matter, that's all part of your past now.  Your future begins here, Oak....Take him away boys."

Two men in suits untied him from the chair and began directing him towards the only door in the room.  The third man watched as he wiped his scrapped knuckles with a damp towel.  The two men brought him down a series of hallways until they came to what looked like a series of cells.  They opened the last one on the left and threw him inside.  It was a padded cell, but padded with a strange material that he had never felt before.  It felt thick and strong, almost like a bullet/stab proof material of some sort.  He couldn't help but notice several deep cuts in the material on one side.

"Have a nice stay," chuckled one of the men in suits.

They closed the door and the cell went pitch black.  There was no light whatsoever.  So here he was, now part of some program and he had no idea where he was or what his name was...wait...Paul.  That was his name.  How sad.  How hilarious.  Either way, he didn't care for that name much now that he thought about it, Oak was a much better name....Yes, he'd be Oak from now on...

Cattle of the Roam

Fog rolls in, clouds form
The thunder is loud
And then here comes the storm

Perish into the night
The devil is laughing
As you run head first to the fight

Envy not caring
Be there with me
You know not what you're sharing

Cattle this and roam around
I can't stop
Making the ending sound

Unsettling And Beautiful

It crept up upon me like a vine crawling up a trunk of a tree
Wrapping itself around and around until it fully envelops me
Your love it swept up from behind me and tapped me on the shoulder
I turned to find nothing because I was so blind, so very blind
Yet you were there smiling right at me, your love screaming  my name
And then I finally saw it, your love staring me in the face, and your smile
It was unsettling and yet so beautiful at the same time, your love
It was your love, it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me...

Haunted

I feel like I can't sleep right now.
I feel like I'm haunted by my past.
Mistakes I've made I never learn from...
Opportunities missed and forgotten,
Or not so forgotten at all...
I feel like I can't sleep at all
Because my skeletons in the closet
They're making a ruckus
Such a noise that I'll never get to sleep
And my mind is spinning in circles
I can't keep up with my own thoughts
They're racing, round and round in my head
I'm so haunted...by everything
I'm disturbed
I'm losing my mind
These ghost haunting me
Are making me lose my mind...

He Will Carry You

Through the flames that swallow us like fiery mouths
He will carry you
With love and adoration unconditional
He will carry you
Even when you kick and scream in defiance
He will always carry you
To the end of your days, until your dying breath
He will carry you in His arms
To heaven's gates and to eternal paradise
He will carry you
Forever and ever onward
He.  Will.  Carry.  You.