You're Everything

You saved me from myself
You saved me from all hell

You are the purpose
I find for me to live

You're the air I breathe
Oh! You're everything

You carried all my shame
You wore unrighteousness

You are the purpose
That heaven does exist

You're the song I sing
Oh! You're everything

And my heart it longs for you
Like the winter waits for spring
In an eager expectation
Of the coming grace you'll bring

You are the reason that I'm living
You'll be the reason that I die
Sweet Jesus by your mercy
All I am will sing and glorify

You hold me in your hands
You are more than I can stand

You are the purpose
I find for me to live

You're the air I breathe
Oh! You're everything

You will come to get me soon
Lord, oh how I wait for you

You will bring with you the saints
We'll praise and glorify your name

And my heart it longs for you
Like the winter waits for spring
In an eager expectation
Of the coming grace you'll bring

You are the reason that I'm living
You'll be the reason that I die
Sweet Jesus by your mercy
All I am will sing and glorify

The Napoleon of Notting Hill

This poem is inspired by a book G.K. Chesterton wrote called "The Napoleon of Notting Hill." It is an amazing book, and I'd recommend it to everybody :)

Democracy is now at its greatest height
We'll choose from a hat the next king
Cuz they all act the same
How could this be; it cannot be; it's you

You think you're funny but only your looks
You made me the despot of dear Notting Hill
And I hope that you know
That Pomp Street is worth defending

War! But not for anything inconsistent
With the beautiful and civilized arts.
War for beauty! War for society! War for peace!
This is my city: may it stand or fall

You think I'm mad cuz I am playing your game
Without the slightest smile cracked
I'm not afraid of something happening
I'm afraid of nothing happening forever

So,
War! But not for anything inconsistent
With the beautiful and civilized arts.
War for beauty! War for society! War for peace!

Matter, in its brutal beauty, will always
Look down on those who are
Mad enough to consent to die, and yet
More mad, they consent to live.

This is my city: may it stand or fall.

Stuck in my Skull

Imagine a single thought
That spreads inside your mind
And splits into a million
Separate angled kind

A legion of ideas
Stuck inside your head
That all focus on one thing
With force as big as lead

Sometimes I fear I'll die
From how I over think
Like pins and needles piercing
My brain at different links

You think it would be easy
To give up thoughts that pull
Yet, for some reason they
Remain stuck in my skull