Storms of Faith

With wings of darkness, and crimson eyes,
The hatred swarms with battle cries.
Wielding their destruction, in weapons of faith,
The anger and condescension, a war it creates.
Between the innocent accused, and the cults of God,
His followers give Him words, and He gives them a nod?

Blood spilled at the hands of the righteous,
Screams of those born into this pain,
This God is a cruel one,
Allowing the innocent to be slain.

We weep and we stand,
For our rights and our kind,
But down you cut us,
Calling us maligned.

Give us our freedom for which we deserve,
And end the hypocrisy, your perfection unnerve.

With your God telling you we are not worthy,
And your leaders telling you we have sinned,
Give us a chance to show you our hearts,
And not be falsely condemned.

This God gave us life too,
And it is not a choice,
For if faith calls for hate,
Then why listen to this God's voice?



By Devin Gaughan

A Simple Midnight Walk

A simple midnight walk.
Sky like a panther's fur.
Ground so bare and gray.
Stars flickering between.
Sheer December cold and silence wrapped around the dimly blinking street lamps.
Light footsteps echo through the fog.

Wandering with no destination, no thoughts, and no intentions.
Clearing thoughts, and taking in the silence.
Meditating with movement, step by step through the endless night.
Calming, relaxing, no thoughts.

Feeling the presence of earth, time, space, and energy.
Fusing soul and spirit.
Dancing lights, intertwining their infinite strands of life and mind.
Weaving enlightenment.
Understanding true peace.

A simple midnight walk.
Meditation of this generation.
Solid ground, no distractions around.
Cold air nipping at your skin through your clothes.
Senses rendered useless.

Nothing but clear mind.

Revitalized.


By Devin Gaughan