Justan Mitchell

2016-05-05 12:00 am

Is There One?

One shall arise from the midst of these, yes these, these little ones who have watched their parents hung, strung as ornaments on trees, yes these even, in 2016. 
Then their are those without future hopes due to broken homes, these that have been led my mainstreams, instead of being led to mend broken bones, these that say "keep you voice in tone". But I say fear no the word alone.
For when through the spiritual you roam, the heart, mind, body and soul will fill gaping holes, allowing pens to flow freely into places that pencils can't go. But then there are these who pose, posing in a still stance engulfed with frowns of hatred because they just don't understand and so their actions scream,
"HEAL THIS BROKEN LAND!!!"
And this has become their native tongue, crying out for the guidance of the ONE!

Please is there one?

Look into the eyes of those that have died before the age of five,
those that wear hearts of black and blue art, with mental repetitious records rapidly playing the age old song why,why,why?

Why do we experience sacrifice before we experience life? 
Like Christ? 
Why such a cost for these before they learn t be at ease? 

Maybe, 
maybe the world is impregnated by crazy and is on the verge of raising yet another baby?
Maybe,
maybe the man in the mirror reflects hatred because he hates himself?
Maybe,
maybe he can't accept kindness because he's been denied the knowledge of his own true weath, the knowledge his own true self.

And then there are these who are lost without cares dragging along the heaviest wear and tear, with the deadliest raging flare, but tarry not along the road of destruction, because destruction is in the eye of the beholder, but the beholder beholding many self inflicted wounds and self inflicted wounds can easily spell doom!

And then there are these who are serving high stations that need fine replacements! These that have been exposed by their blood drenched tongue, that on self unknowingly and knowingly told. Yes we know these. But sometimes and even one times these can be we. 
And now I see many spirits lost in the overwhelming shadows of IT'S beaming light, spirits claiming underdeveloped knowing as the source of their plight, and so it hurts me to SEE,
Yet even still one shall arise from the midst of these yes these, these little ones who have watched the parents hung strung as ornaments on trees, One such as me.

Is there one?

Dangerous Soul Life

Justan "Potential" Mitchell