Coliseums Sink

You’ve championed loneliness
only to commit to conformity.
A diamond ring is not what it’s all about.
In a world of confusion, you seek normality,
but the heart of the fiancé is what you are without.

And all the matters to you is a percentage,
97 separates the perfect from the week.
As if all this work will elevate your advantage.
Is it money or a better life you seek ?

I was wrong, so wrong,
a working man is right.
It’s the one who lives his work day to day,
that never sees an end in sight.

What’s important?
The child: innocence held in your arms,
or the dreams you have in your heart?
Or is it the money that barriers your bank account?
Only numbers, when did they ever count ?

So hold your hands tight,
pray for the money that gives you sight.
So blind, so blind.
God, I wish you could see mine.

The green is on your hands,
Waters wasit away all that stands.
Coliseums sink.
Crushed in the waters of God,
Placed in the nail pierced hands of love.

-By Chris Cameron 9/4/11

Mortal Hearts

Pride: The current infection.
The reason for the writer’s deception.
Play the game they teach you to play.
And as for your faith, you’ll have nothing left to say.
Some will never learn, oh some will never learn.
There company is ours, but there life is not.
The devil walks amongst the city.
Curse me, for I have unraveled his plot.
We gather in a circle,
but we mock the king.
We sit on our thrones,
but are we accomplishing anything?
“Take what you’ve learned,
truth you’ve built yourself on,
the God that you love,
and call it out to be wrong. “
Never!
You have my company,
but my faith is mine.
Curse me, for staring into the universe
and seeing something of the grate divine.
Mock me.
Curse me.
Break me.
Burn me.
Yet my God is still here.
Yet my faith is still mine.
Coward, you’re afraid,
of something that proceeds mortal time.
Fear is evident in your heart.
You can only hide behind your mask for so long.
This is not about who is right.
This is not about who is wrong.
I am no better then the man next to me.
One dies on land, while the other dies at sea.
Oh how I pray, how I wish you knew.
You can curse and scream, but I will not convict you.
For I am not God, I am just a man.
And all my thoughts quickly fall to the sand.
This light that I carry dose not fade away.
It brakes down the dark, and lifts the good from the gray.
I stare into the crowed, but your face dose not blend.
And I could sit here for hours telling you of the begging and of the end.
But all I would say is worthless, if I did not tell you that you were loved
By a power grater then me.
You are loved, by a power grater then,
mortal hearts.

By Chris Cameron 9/3/11

Standing Small In A World Of Giants

Wash away, all my tears,
for I’ve studied this bible for many long years.
And they only thing I’ve, ever learned form it,
was what the act of sacrificing, actually meant.
I’ve been a civilian within the crossfire.
I’ve been a romantic with love and desire.
But if I am not a man of Christ,
then what kind of man am I at all?
If I am not a man of God,
then in this world of giants I will stand so small.
I went hours without this addiction,
anger being my only conviction.
You showed me, within those hours,
the strength of your mighty, grace like powers.
And how I might be able to beat these thoughts.
Preserving threw all the wrongs and nots,
of life…
It was three nails, not two or one,
and odds are, that without you this battle for life,
of life, cannot be won.

-By Chris Cameron

Blind But Not Abandoned

I wish you could hear me now,
in this dark abandoned home.
With all the lights turned off,
and with these hearts made of stone.

But oh God what am I saying,
your not playing, your really there.
And it’s only my mistakes,
that make me so unaware.

Oh God you could never not be true.
And the pain of missing you,
is all to hard to bare.

And I was a fool,
to live in foolishness.
I should know,
that your more then all of this.

And shadows haunt me,
late in the night.
But you stand beside me,
and you are all to bright.

Oh God you could never not be true.
And the pain of missing you,
is all to hard to bare.

…but I am aware that you are there,
and so I will believe. Oh, your to much,
not to believe.

-By Chris Cameron

Leave The Loss For The Lions

Rebirth in me
all the good I used to be.
Broken branches make for a broken forest.
At the will of all the wills of man
sinking in an endless pit of sand.
The will for life must overthrow the will of death.
Envoy eats the heart away
I cannot rest for another day.
Those eyes are all to important.
Prayers will save the saint
hard to believe in a world were light is so faint.
No excuse, no giving up.
Leave the loss for the lions.
Leave the loss for the lions.

-By Chris Cameron

Realizing Of People

The artist dies to himself.
The artist: She dies to herself.

This is the end,
here we go !
My oldest of friends,
for the next 40 years, you shall know,
what is means to lose.

You’ve been suffocating me from the start.
But this time im taking risk, trusting in the heart.
Knowing God is infinite.

No longer a prisoner but a servant.
Your jealousy holds little value compared to wisdom.
Oh wisdom: she is an unsinkable ship.

Here I will fight to be a better man.

Death is only a shadow in the light of the sun.
Death is only a shadow in the light of the Son.
You are only a shadow in the light of the Son.

-By Chris Cameron

Forever Is Not An Option Anymore

Money is so worthless,
in a time of sharks and giants.
What is life worth?
What is life worth?

When did security,
become conformity?

You cannot serve two masters,
in the mind one will live,
while the other one dies.
But both cannot survive.

You cannot pay God off with dollar bills.
Dimes don’t mean a dam.
And eventually all the gold in the world,
will revert back into the sand.

What is money worth to you?
What is money truly worth?
We are not built to survive,
so why sustain life?
Forever is not an option anymore.

-By Chris Cameron

Captive Mind

Pointless: the worlds ways.
A million hours, and a thousand days.
A ticking clock is the heartbeat,
of people, in there greatest time of defeat.

I have looked threw the hourglass.
How funny is the pattern of patterns?
Mirrors and hearts hold one purpose:
WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE WE?

Held captive to long,
my mind restrains all sense of hope.
But I’ll make you the prisoner.
It’s now time, the next 40 years, you will sit and watch.

Reestablish honor in ones heart.
Realign the sails, for the storm is here.
Wash the blood off your hands, it can be done.
For the great one, is near.

FOREVER, we shall put that idea to the test.
I seek a glorious kingdom in which all, soon shall rest.
Dead men seek graves.
But I, seek the will, I seek the will.

-By Chris Cameron

To A Demon

To A Demon

I hold you now in vivid color,
I see you, for the perfection of darkness, in which you have become
And I must admit, that you are truly a worthy adversary.
But none the less…. you can be defeated.

For this is no longer a game of right and wrong.
What value you have, if any, is not outside the mind.
Therefore…I can control you.

You’ve harmed many in your wake.
And yes, at times I have been at your feet.
But in all my weakness, and in all my hopelessness
…I did not give up on God.



So here now in this dark room,
you and I shall be at each others throats.
You cannot die, and you simply cannot go away.
…But you’re afraid.

For too long has my mind been a home,
a comfort, for your lusting thoughts.
For too long, you have been at my side.
But now… your home, will become a prison
And you will watch, as years to come, I will bring glory to his name
For that is a truly the hell of a demon:
…To see hope rise from the ash in which you’ve created.
You…will lose.

From The Servant

The Smoke, The Kiss, The Drink, The Change

I am running this addiction into the ground.

The smoke runs threw the veins, and the blood turns to ash.
The liquid to the head and all go mad.
A blind kiss, leads to the grave.
And all amounts of money make the millionaire insane.

Fight want you want,
with what you so desperately need.
Dreams VS Nightmares,
why not be addicted to all good in the world???
Why color yourself green with greed???

Knowledge can hold back these waters.
She should be the only thirst you need.
The makeup of the others,
amounts to nothing in the end.
It amounts to nothing in the end!

And are you drowning,
in your own pool of foolishness?
God made you a good man, a beautiful woman,
but you chose to drink it all away.

The body is already disappearing.
Dust is not meant to be ash, dust is not meant to turn to ash.
Do not let this temple,
disappear into nothing.

Oh Ghost my body, my mind, my heart, my spirit, is yours…..

-By Chris Cameron

Horns Against Heaven

And I have failed you,
like I have never failed you before.
And it is only now, that I search for light,
when darkness is at my door.

To the arrogant I say
‘Boast no more’
And to the wicked,
‘Do not lift up your horns’

Do not lift up your horns against heaven.
Do not lift up your horns against heaven
Do not lift up your horns against heaven.
Do not lift up your horns against heaven.

But there is life, here when I am choking,
on the water that surrounds.
I have made my heart, it is apart of you ,
upon it is, holy ground.

No more, playing around,
with this voice.
I will abandon the addiction,
this is my choice.

-By Chris Cameron

ESCAPE

Priest/Public Enemy #1

The turn table keeps turning.
Which direction are you going?
You cant stay within the safety of the gray.
Eventually you’ll piss one side off.
Devastation, or a life to save.

You can’t be priest and public enemy #1.
Turn back now from all that you’ve done.
The chess board has been divided.
They have there allies and you have yours.
You can only have one side.

Better to be a sinner then an ungodly God spoken man.

Stop kidding yourself.
Stop kidding yourself.

Oh God, what is this? Who am I?
Security is waiting list with no end.
But ounce you get there you have to choose a side,
my enemy, or my friend.

There is only God and a devil.

-By Chris Cameron

War Horse

Grate divider awaken your might
for we are all far from your sight.
I am the war horse,
you are my might, the greatest baking force.

I am not afraid death
only of a life not lived.

An angel fell from the sky.
Security in ungodly wings
is why most can’t fly.

History and calendars have no answers.
Only the voice of the master
of masters.

You’re going to fail
we all do fall.
So what is the worlds idea of perfection
really worth at all?

So decode the cryptic code
of my heart.
Take what is this man
and break him apart

-By Chris Cameron

The Beauty In Her Eyes

The beauty in her eyes should be enough,
rather then the touch of her skin.
The beauty in her eyes can save your soul,
but the body is a battle that you can’t win.

I have given enough thought,
about my soul.
Demons hear me now this is the last time I,
lose control .

Take back control,
of your mind.
Because 40 years from now
your body wont be, as defined.

This is just dust,
built to hold a creators creation.
Hold back now,
and resist temptation.

God is in those eyes.
God is in those eyes.
But the skin holds,
all lies.

-By Chris Cameron

Pattern

May your hart your soul and your mind
be in tune with the grate divine,
for this is the first step, to a lifetime of recovery.
Secondly do not forget who watches the watchers.
The audience beckons to make a sound.
Will you hear them or throw them to the ground?
I making a choice in life.
Should I stay behind in this enclosed fortress,
or should I face my nightmares, there upon the open battle field.
Courage is not in question, it’s if faith I should wield?
Surrounded by lions, the world is on fire.
Giants are in my path, a life
searching for God, my only desire.
The devil is before me,
as my life fades away, I sit
rotting away by this dying tree.
My life flashes before my eyes
destiny can be changed.
This life of patterns will not be my demise.

-By Chris Cameron

In Money We Trust

You will be hurt.
You will be afraid.
But the last thing you should be worried about,
is whether or not you’re being paid.

Security is an unstable word.
Nowadays it’s become its own religion.
An excuse people fallow everyday,
because the have nothing true to believe in.

I’ve seen too many people,
drop there dreams for the dime.
But honestly,
money isn’t worth any of my time.

Were is the worth,
in something man created,
if the words “ IN GOD WE TRUST”,
are forever faded.

Find salvation my friends,
in the God or dreams in which you believe.
Rather then cutting down trees for money.
For one day, there will be no more air in the world to breath.

-By Chris Cameron

Death Of A Normal Life

So what is it all worth at the end?
Your life shrunk down to the 40 years you spend,
doing someone else’s work, under someone else’s pay.
A nickel, a dime, a dollar a day.

And was all the time on your clock spent,
wondering where your dreams went?
Build a family, a house, a home.
Live life normally to the bone.

So sit there you drone,
a mind made of mud, and a heart made of stone.
Friend, good friend, I will not end up like you in the end.
My farewells to a normal life I send.

For this is the last time I listen to the clock,
the echoing sound of the tick and the tock.
No longer will it sit around my wrist.
I smile at how much it will never be missed.

For my dreams have come full circle, God, be it God the reason why.
So young I will not let my mind just sit here and die.
Dreams vs. Normal life, I’d honestly rather die,
sitting here…. saying I tried.

-By Chris Cameron

The King Above

So you would call me a king,
but I don’t believe I’ve done a thing
that’s right.

But I look to the sky’s above,
pray for those ill never know, but truly love,
tonight.

And I saw a boy upon the horizon,
as the world collapsed and was dyin,
and what he held in his hands,
was light.

Tonight I pray to God,
for I am a fraud,
and I ask myself why,
I ever tried to fight…

….Love,
Christ, the son of God, and the king above,
the king of light.

-By Chris Cameron