I was arrogant.
I thought I knew it all.
I thought I had it all figured out.
My life was in my own hands.
I lived on my own terms.
It's no wonder I never went
anywhere.
Just like a ship frozen in the ice.
Being crushed by all the pressure.
I was so ignorant.
The truth I knew was a lie.
All I thought I knew caved in on me.
Like the Twin Towers.
I was buried.
All the debris pinned me down.
I cried out, "Why God, why?"
I do not understand.
I cannot even begin to fathom
all this.
The sky is coming down on me hard.
Just like a mighty rain storm.
There is no shelter that I can find.
I am out in the wide open.
I am pummelled relentlessly.
I drown in the storm surge.
This was just a dream.
A nightmare, if you will.
But at the same time all too vivid.
All too real.
All too familiar.
I cry out, "God please,
please save me,
save me from myself."
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
30/04/2013
29/04/2013
TO ESCAPE A LIVING HELL
It's time to go.
I just want to leave.
Just to get away from here.
I do not like it here.
All is dark.
Shadows lurk.
Beads of sweat form on my brow.
Tears flow from my eyes.
With clenched fists.
And squinted eyes.
I drop to my knees.
Somebody stop the world please,
I just want to get off.
I want out of here.
I cannot stay here any more.
I do not want to stay.
This is no place for me.
I would tear it all down.
Set the flame to everything.
And watch it raze to the ground.
Spitting on it too.
I curse this place.
It is a miserable existence.
A living hell.
I do not belong here.
I am so afraid.
There's danger at every turn.
Evil and the wicked ones await.
I can hear their howls off
into the distance.
They are on the prowl.
This I know, all too well.
These demons always hunt
me down.
A pack of rabid wolves
are they.
Always ravenous.
They can sense fear a mile away.
That's what draws them near.
That's what they hunger for.
What they lust after.
Stopping at nothing.
Taking no prisoners.
Nothing is left to waste.
I want to escape.
But I don't know how.
And I am afraid to even try.
Call me what you will.
This place will devour all.
All who are unfortunate enough
to find themselves lost here.
And the fear just makes them
stronger, bolder.
They cannot be held back.
There is nowhere to hide.
Very little hope for escape.
The darkness covers the way.
This place is a living, awakened
nightmare.
I cannot take it any more.
Whatever it takes.
I'm going to be rid of here.
And gladly at that.
This is what drives me.
This is what keeps me sound.
Surrounded by insanity and chaos.
One's own lucidity is hard to keep.
The mind is the first to go.
The first that is taken.
After that it's all over.
You are gone.
As if you never existed.
I will rise.
I will press forward.
I will carry on.
I will overcome.
This is my will.
My strongest passion and desire.
I will pressure the gates.
I will tear down the walls.
With my bare hands if need be.
My one and only prayer is this:
That I escape from here.
That I will taste of sweet freedom.
Even if it takes me to my dying
breath.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
I just want to leave.
Just to get away from here.
I do not like it here.
All is dark.
Shadows lurk.
Beads of sweat form on my brow.
Tears flow from my eyes.
With clenched fists.
And squinted eyes.
I drop to my knees.
Somebody stop the world please,
I just want to get off.
I want out of here.
I cannot stay here any more.
I do not want to stay.
This is no place for me.
I would tear it all down.
Set the flame to everything.
And watch it raze to the ground.
Spitting on it too.
I curse this place.
It is a miserable existence.
A living hell.
I do not belong here.
I am so afraid.
There's danger at every turn.
Evil and the wicked ones await.
I can hear their howls off
into the distance.
They are on the prowl.
This I know, all too well.
These demons always hunt
me down.
A pack of rabid wolves
are they.
Always ravenous.
They can sense fear a mile away.
That's what draws them near.
That's what they hunger for.
What they lust after.
Stopping at nothing.
Taking no prisoners.
Nothing is left to waste.
I want to escape.
But I don't know how.
And I am afraid to even try.
Call me what you will.
This place will devour all.
All who are unfortunate enough
to find themselves lost here.
And the fear just makes them
stronger, bolder.
They cannot be held back.
There is nowhere to hide.
Very little hope for escape.
The darkness covers the way.
This place is a living, awakened
nightmare.
I cannot take it any more.
Whatever it takes.
I'm going to be rid of here.
And gladly at that.
This is what drives me.
This is what keeps me sound.
Surrounded by insanity and chaos.
One's own lucidity is hard to keep.
The mind is the first to go.
The first that is taken.
After that it's all over.
You are gone.
As if you never existed.
I will rise.
I will press forward.
I will carry on.
I will overcome.
This is my will.
My strongest passion and desire.
I will pressure the gates.
I will tear down the walls.
With my bare hands if need be.
My one and only prayer is this:
That I escape from here.
That I will taste of sweet freedom.
Even if it takes me to my dying
breath.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
28/04/2013
SILENCE
Inside my head silence screams.
Almost driving me mad.
It would have had I not
already been there.
Silence is deafening.
It withers the heart, soul,
and the mind.
It is an acid eating away
at the mind.
It devours all, leaving
no trace behind.
Silence, the disease.
Silence, the poison.
Silence, caustic.
Silence, suffering.
Suffering in silence, suffering
in visible silence.
Silence, the true killer.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
Almost driving me mad.
It would have had I not
already been there.
Silence is deafening.
It withers the heart, soul,
and the mind.
It is an acid eating away
at the mind.
It devours all, leaving
no trace behind.
Silence, the disease.
Silence, the poison.
Silence, caustic.
Silence, suffering.
Suffering in silence, suffering
in visible silence.
Silence, the true killer.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
26/04/2013
THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN
We are the castaways.
The unwanted.
Shipped from one door
to the other.
Never knowing where we were going.
Belonging nowhere.
Just children of a broken system.
Never understanding
what was going on.
Always with the question of "why".
Look into our hollow eyes.
Hear our silent cries.
Maybe someday will come.
Maybe one day we will find a place
to call home.
Where we will finally know love.
But that is just a far off dream.
No use in keeping any hope up.
We are the lost and forgotten.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
(26/04/2013)
The unwanted.
Shipped from one door
to the other.
Never knowing where we were going.
Belonging nowhere.
Just children of a broken system.
Never understanding
what was going on.
Always with the question of "why".
Look into our hollow eyes.
Hear our silent cries.
Maybe someday will come.
Maybe one day we will find a place
to call home.
Where we will finally know love.
But that is just a far off dream.
No use in keeping any hope up.
We are the lost and forgotten.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
(26/04/2013)
25/04/2013
STAND? or. FALL?
If something is wrong, what will you do?
If someone lies, what will you say?
The truth we hear nowadays is veiled in
darkness.
Can you see it?
Can you hear it?
You know what is right, but will you do it?
In a world grown silent, will you be a voice?
Even if you are mocked and ridiculed?
There was once a Man who did just that,
He was a lone voice in a desert world.
Not only was He mocked and ridiculed,
He was nailed to a tree and crucified.
Would you give your life for what He preached?
His message was simple; love God, love others.
For that He was murdered.
He took what we all deserve.
Will you ever stand tall and shout,
"I am not ashamed!"
Then speaking of what He spoke of.
You will surely face the same mocking
and ridicule that He did.
Do you have the courage to speak?
Even in the face of death.
Will you runaway as His disciples did?
Will you boldly stand firm?
They are all deceivers, and you know it!
Will you be the lone voice of reason and truth?
Jesus came to destroy religion.
He came to save the sinner not the righteous.
They deny it.
They preach murder, mayhem, and anarchy.
As a way into Heaven.
Even though there is only One who can take
you there.
He said He was the Way, the Truth,
and the Life.
Do you believe it?
Deep down in your very heart.
Do you believe it?
Or will you deny all and just walk away?
Your silence will surely mean death.
Your silence will surely bring atrocities
unimaginable.
We all need to unite.
We all need to scream, "Hey! That's not right!"
Then push it back to where it came from.
Hell does not belong on Earth.
And evil does not have the right to make the
false real.
And yet, that's just what is going on.
Billions have been deceived.
I can hear God's own heart break.
Can you?
Come, lets stand together.
As imitators, being all like-minded in One.
There is no truth in this world.
There is no love in this world.
We have to be the ones, be the ones to show it.
That real truth and real love are there
just for the accepting.
The cost has been paid in full.
No payment on delivery.
It is done.
But so many don't know it.
The little men pretending to be gods try
to cover what can be seen.
Knowing full well it will pass away.
Forgetting the unseen is eternal.
What are we going to do now?
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(25/04/2013)
If someone lies, what will you say?
The truth we hear nowadays is veiled in
darkness.
Can you see it?
Can you hear it?
You know what is right, but will you do it?
In a world grown silent, will you be a voice?
Even if you are mocked and ridiculed?
There was once a Man who did just that,
He was a lone voice in a desert world.
Not only was He mocked and ridiculed,
He was nailed to a tree and crucified.
Would you give your life for what He preached?
His message was simple; love God, love others.
For that He was murdered.
He took what we all deserve.
Will you ever stand tall and shout,
"I am not ashamed!"
Then speaking of what He spoke of.
You will surely face the same mocking
and ridicule that He did.
Do you have the courage to speak?
Even in the face of death.
Will you runaway as His disciples did?
Will you boldly stand firm?
They are all deceivers, and you know it!
Will you be the lone voice of reason and truth?
Jesus came to destroy religion.
He came to save the sinner not the righteous.
They deny it.
They preach murder, mayhem, and anarchy.
As a way into Heaven.
Even though there is only One who can take
you there.
He said He was the Way, the Truth,
and the Life.
Do you believe it?
Deep down in your very heart.
Do you believe it?
Or will you deny all and just walk away?
Your silence will surely mean death.
Your silence will surely bring atrocities
unimaginable.
We all need to unite.
We all need to scream, "Hey! That's not right!"
Then push it back to where it came from.
Hell does not belong on Earth.
And evil does not have the right to make the
false real.
And yet, that's just what is going on.
Billions have been deceived.
I can hear God's own heart break.
Can you?
Come, lets stand together.
As imitators, being all like-minded in One.
There is no truth in this world.
There is no love in this world.
We have to be the ones, be the ones to show it.
That real truth and real love are there
just for the accepting.
The cost has been paid in full.
No payment on delivery.
It is done.
But so many don't know it.
The little men pretending to be gods try
to cover what can be seen.
Knowing full well it will pass away.
Forgetting the unseen is eternal.
What are we going to do now?
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(25/04/2013)
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