what is freedom
and how far does it span?
i'm confused since i'm bound to a kingdom
and now part of its plan

i followed what i felt
i thought it would make me free
but it created a personal hell
i was unable to flee

freedom is larger than grandiose plans
than pursuing a title or crown
or siezing what is mans
and it's only discovered by being bound

freedom comes when every act
is a pursuit of glory
by celebrating what we do not lack
since we're discovering the creators story

to eat, smoke, and drink
is not longer a mere end
because every thought we think
is celebrating that we've been cleansed

freedom forever changes the ordinary
nothing is a mere end
it goes deeper than we could intend
since it's the pursuit of glory.

this poem is more of a story of a mindset and how it worked its way out into a persons life. The idea is that of consumption. If you look at our cities, our advertisements, everything, you will notice the common theme of consumption and how we are taught to consume at all costs, since we deserve it. This is just about how consumption takes its toll on this one man.

my hands cannot produce
my mind can no longer create
i have become a recluse
a child in a mans place

i had grand and vast ideas
high hopes and large dreams
but what i did only reveals
my beliefs underlying themes

it began with what i ate
i never feasted, but only consumed
i drank and lavished myself until it was late
and when i woke i simply resumed

i worked hoping to find more
so i could hold what i was told was good
i slaved until my hands were torn
just to live in a better neighborhood

i married for love i thought
but it was just so i could fulfill my lust
she wasn't what i really sought
and my heart still laid in the dust

i brought three children to this earth
giving to them seemed satisfying
but i wanted them to be perfect at their birth
so nothing i said was sanctifying

every good intention was duplicit
all of it was meant to fulfill me
everything i said had something to elicit
i never gave or offered an apology

i consumed it all
until every good thing was devoured
my life began to fall
the only thing left was my sin, totally empowered

i sat at my desk
unable to forget my sorrow
because of the lives i've wrecked
and pray no one looks at me as one to follow

death looked like the way redeem
all the pain i forced into peoples life
there was no way for me to be cleaned
so i began to use a knife

as i began to take my breath
a man spoke a few simple words
" it's already paid, there is none left
my life was given to pay for your death"

i wept as i lay powerless
unable to justify my life
yet i lay here guiltless
with no turmoil, not a hint of strife

i finally was able to rest
to lay in silence
with an alien righteousness impressed
my soul and god were in compliance

with my blood leaving
a new one entered
i am gladly clinging
on the hope of a new world he's bringing

The great reversal happened
so i may no longer weep
see joy no man imagined
and finally lay down to sleep

sadness is no longer my affliction
since jesus imparted joy to my breath
sorrow is no longer my restriction
and i do not live in fear of death

my doubts and fears were crucified
with a man who embodied perfection
and now my anxiety subsides
because he paid for my infection

i'm free to scream and run
to live and create
because it is done
now i live and for his return await.

I am so tired
after man long years
of chasing what i desired
i am filled with fears

my desk is covered with papers
my stomach is hollow
my dreams are mere vapors
and in my pity i wallow

are my dreams really what is good?
do i really need to pursue this stress
is what i really desire mere food?
what i am asking is this:
is there more to life than this torrential mess?

there is a longing in my soul
to create and be free
as if i have a hole
that sits deep inside of me

there is a man that made sense of me
even though i was a wretch
he had spoken my plea
with his arms outstretched

he told me this was not my home
and that is why i longed to leave
i am not cursed to roam
i follow him and he is pleased

he's given me a family, a home
a place to slumber, to rest
where i no longer have sins to atone
following him makes suffering my best
since someday i will eternally rest

remember what blood covers your hands
the merciful savior poured it out
so you can be forgiven in pursuit of your plans
and crucify all your doubt

he laid on the cross and screamed his last
releasing the breath god gave us
so we may conquer darkness not fully past
as he hung, a bloodless man, returning to dust

we wept and mourned over our liberator lost
while our murdered savior answered our sins
we lost our faith and misunderstood the cost

after three days of waiting i began to cry
my savior was gone and my faith was lacking
so i looked at my deliverer and said goodbye

then an angel appeared and asked, " why do you weep?"
i replied, " my savior is gone, he died"
then the angel answered, " when has my lord promised what he did not keep?"
and as a faithless man I screamed, " he's alive"

my savior went to hell
suffered for days and survived
now we must always tell
the one eternal truth...He is alive

i remember the day i wept
asking if you heard my tears
and you came to me as i slept
whispering you conquered all my fears

then a sharp breath woke me with a start
my pillow still wet with tears
a man leaned over and said weeping wasn't my part
because a path was clear

i asked what he meant
since my eyes were red
and all my strength was spent
he replied, " i know, i was dead"

i saw he was the God-man
the perfect, righteous ruler from above
sent to die for God's secret rescue plan

i am stummped at this part

All the unhappy endings
as thousands walk in dimly lit streets
all look for a way to start our mending
and we all wander searching for weeks

in this dim light
we can barely see the ground
to be honest, i have no sight
and secretly am hoping to be found

buildings, posts, streets, and people
but i am unable to see or know anything
i can only live my looking down so i'm
not consumed by this vast darkness

If i look up and peer into the darkness
panic and fear over take me
and to be honest i must confess
whatever is inside the darkness i don't want to see

while i was wandering
a person surrounded by light passed by
my heart jumped and began to sing
i wanted to follow him and i was unsure as to why

when i walked in this man's light
i see the world's mess and my hearts sin
after seeing light, darkness never satisfies again
and without a choice you resolve to fight

i was never able to again just exist
when i hide
my mind persists
there is more to life than just this

although i now more clearly see
all the pain and death because of light
i live in it because i see a future
because someone satisfied darkness's plea

heaven is breaking into darkness
giving us a hint, a clue
of what is to come
since all the sad things are becoming untrue