For those of you who missed out on my poem tonight here it is. Live lpc

poem for Lpc Friday night

days come and go, as we travel through dark and colorful places, our imagination has come too know so well. 
a struggle we push ourselves through as we catch the world bleeding through.

we fight with what is inside. you can see by the glimmer in my eyes. how it feels to die but be fully alive. waves crash around as we adjust to telling everyone we are fine, while slowly falling far behind.

yet a light arised upon our unbalanced yet progressive lives. have you ever imagine why the sun sets? or the stars shine, a simple yet extraordinary design, by a man with a very unique mind.

is it not true? a flower blooms or that a seed grows, look at the river the way the current flows, all beyond the works of anyman. next time the enemy leaves a trace of doubt behind, lift your head upon the sky and know it is such a miraculous design