Breaker... a poem by Jose Palos.

 Hey guys this poem is off one of my favorite bands new album.. let it touch your heart as it did mine.
Fear.
Pain.
Confusion.
Rejection.
Powerless.
Helplessness.
How can I break this cycle of hopelessness when I’m broken,
soaked in a spirit of anger?
With the roots of bitterness
rooted in the marrow of my bones
flourishing through my soul,
oh my soul.

Sick and tired.
Trapped.
Body wrapped with sharp pain because my body wasn’t made to contain all this rage.
My mind wasn’t made,
my eyes weren’t made,
my soul was not made to behold what shackles my soul now.
Bound by memories of being innocent.
Uncle sinning against me sexually.
Momma knew he was molesting me, smacking me across my face. I could do nothing.
Pops wasn’t around to give me the time of day.
All I wanted was a time and place where I could be loved.
A hug from my mom was too much.
So I turned to lust on the net while I was hooked like a fish
as I click, click, clicked to watch porn flicks trying to find intimacy,
or an outlet at least.
But as I try to breathe and be at ease I see my mom in hell and the devil’s breath on the glass…broken, this is my aftermath.

As I was thinking back,
back to a day,
it was mid-day,
but the sky was black like midnight.
Seeing a lifeless body impaled by nails…
caught my attention cause it was like a blood bath as I
looked past and saw a broken man
soaked in the white hot wrath of God and I asked why.
I found some answers in His…face.
I began to recognize in the background of every instance of my life I ignored…
though ruined the world…
He wooed me
though crude and without a clue and
screwed and out of my mind
He pursued me…He made me whole.
Life.
Love.
Forgiveness.
Acceptance.
Stripping demons right off my back trying to leech life off me.
Get off me and feel my Father’s fury oppressor!
One day you’ll feel the full blast of His vengeance. Cause I’ve got strength.
He blew courage in my backbone.
Now I’ll stand straight and militant.
Lining up with Jehovah…
knowing you can’t challenge Him so we march forward.
Swift as eagles,
set like talons ready to grip souls from your grasp slick snake and my Lord seizes you and vengeance is His.
But for now…
a holy mandate to heal cause I know how bad it hurts.
Full of madness at first but now
gladness bursts at the seams of our beings
because we overflow with the oil of joy.
The ointment of the annointed mending any torn soul.
Healing any broken bone.
He is here.
He was there.
He is peace.
He is faithful.