What can I say but through the experience on my face
But the feelings in my heart have become a disgrace
The love I have is a desperate plea for help
Knowing all the while I am dying by the fall of my grace
Where can I go? Where can I be?
What will I be? What can I give?
Who will I be when I become free?
My feelings tell me I am falling apart and still the same
But are they true to the One Who calls me by name?
I search for the love that fills me so divine
Knowing all the while I am lying in a shallow grave of Rhine
Is this the day that freedom will come for me?
Am I such a mess that I need a Saviour so divine?
Shall I muster the strength that comes from deep within?
Knowing all the while I am evil so sublime
Why do I look in the mirror untrue?
When will I see clearly? When will I be?
Where is my derision of life that I see?
I fathom my experience through space and time
Meanwhile, my life is a twisting fate of time
How will I know that the changes will come?
Will joy fill my heart as I become?
I pray and give and surrender to my Higher Power
But abandonment has been showed to me on top of His tower
By: Jeffrey Joe Rubio. 8/3/2019
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ZOMBIE Jeffrey Joe Rubio Edited 3/15/23.
Why do I feel so alone?
Deserted by God Who says, “He will never leave us.”
Why must I always be so dark?
Knowing there is no light left in me.
I am just a fathom that is no longer profound.
But, only shallow in the midst of my own longings.
Thrown from the building high above the city lights.
Landing on my feet though nothing is broken.
Then I feel the strong sharp claws that pierce my flesh.
Blood is flowing out like a spring from the rocks.
Still alive only to feel the pain.
Life has won and I have nothing to gain.
I am filled with the mysteries that have been set before me.
But, I can only see a glimpse of my misfortune.
Only to find I have no comfort nor help.
My strength lies in the ditch that I’ve made for myself.
Where do I turn when the gates of hell are at my front door?
Who do I turn to when the demons are screaming to come in?
God has left me all alone to fight this battle.
But I am weakened by all the cuts and bruises.
I am torn to shreds by all the evil I see.
the reflection in the mirror as I look dimly.
I am the Evil that is lurking out through my eyes.
Now I behold the mystery of my life.
In a soulless man waiting for the pit of hell.
To open and swallow me up in the shadows of hell.
Got to hide my emotions, got to mask my feelings.
Letting everyone know that I am fine.
But all of it is one big lie so, who will I tell?
I am an infidel living in the dirt that I dug myself.
Cursed by the madness of life that brings tears to my eyes.
There is no sublime or happiness only the sting of death.
The rot of my own flesh is the stench of my aroma.
Being fed to the vultures by my own demise.
It is hard to wake up in the early hours of the day.
Knowing that I have to face the day with the sunrise.
I am cursed from the day of my conception carrying the cross of burdens to my death.
I am the Zombie of pain.
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MY RECOVERY
I need to know that I truly belong to God.
I need to know that this life is not a lie
I need to know that I am free in God.
I need to know that my reality is not a lie.
I am filled with questions as it goes without saying
I am filled with the pain of the past
I am filled with longings to be desired of praising
I am filled with demons that the shadow cast.
Who can save me from my wretched soul and body?
Who can save me from my circle of despair?
Who can save me from myself, my mind, and body?
Who will spare my life from the agony of despair?
Lord, I feel so empty ruined by loathing and anger
Lord, I feel so numb inside, my heart my grave.
Lord how can I change the doubts from my anger?
Lord when will the peace set in when I’m in my grave?
I’ve gone through a metamorphosis change of agony.
Looking older with the knowledge of being wiser.
Though my numbers get higher as each passing year
I am reminded in the mirror of the horror raging.
Recovery is my sanctuary that I found to be enlightened.
Recovery has become my solitude of peace and light.
Led by the Spirit of my Higher Power Jesus Christ
Recovery is now my redemption of Blood and Flight.
I will basque in the Glory of my Saviour’s light
I will sing His praises forever in the light
I will be remembered who fought a good fight.
By: Jeffrey Joe Rubio
June 21, 2018
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MY OWN DESIGN
I am just a figment of my own imagination, wandering this world without a place of security. Wondering if I will ever be safe in this station, when all the while knowing that there is no truth. Only the belief that questions the heart of me, living in the lie that I once knew
Will I ever be saved from the presence of my fate only to walk the streets going nowhere? Due to the fact, that I am only one inch tall and cannot reach the step. People stepping on me as they pass by never seeing me for who I am or what I’ve become, when all the while I am fading in the background of which to come. Being torn into pieces as the knife goes in cutting me deeply, failing out of my life drowning in my own blood.
Life has been hidden from the hands I cannot touch nor that I care about. But whom am I caring for and for what purpose does it serve? Am I only a figment that delights in his own failures? Why am I the only one who wants to know the hidden secrets? But will the secrets serve their purpose? I can only guess the question and desire the death of me.
But I am dead, only in the sense that I was once alive underground in the dirt covered by the warmth of earth. Shallowness has become my own darkness, and I am swallowed up in the sting forever burning.
Shall I call forth the demons? Many a times I have cried to God above, but He does not hear me, nor does He answer me. I scream inside myself when all the while the silence goes up quietly and all I feel is the dead cold heat of hell itself Never knowing where my destination lies yet, I am never knowing who I am. I am filled with the lust of men and the anger of self-esteem but it’s so low that I cannot see above me.
Hell is bent and covers me with fire and smoke that I cough and gag by the Sulphur stench, only to find it is my cologne. I will find my way to the truth of what is to come, and I will be free from the harshness that has brought me here to my life of surpassing surmise displayed on a shelf, filling up with half-truths and half lies. Glory shall run in and fill my house with fire as it burns freely while all the time God has not forsaken me but me Him. I am all the grateful once again…
Service shall require my obedience of my own design…
By Jeffrey Joe Rubio Edited 5/9/23
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CLEARLY SEEING
What do I do when I don't know what to do?
What can I do when I'm sitting here bored?
There must be something I can choose?
I am just a man looking for the noose.
Can I reflect on the memory of my past?
But what can I say about my past?
Do I know what I have been through?
Have I forgotten the life that I once knew?
So many things that come to pass
That I cannot see the road through the underpass
I am blind to the truth that was once was told
Knowing that I will never be to fit the mold
The forms of my sequence of my life big mass
Where is the One Who told me He would never leave?
Am I just a figment of this life that never dies?
Am I just a man that can never express his desire?
Am I just alone all by myself here in the mire?
So many things that never come to pass.
That the road I am on will never turn out right.
I am blind to the light that has shined so bright.
But I see the darkness that has covered my mass.
And the life that I once knew be the one of the night.
Never knowing what can it be.
Sending to the book that never got written.
Showing my blood by the work I have done.
Clearing the darkness that has been filled by me.
Oh I've never tried my life of wander.
Oh I've never rode the tide be yonder.
I'm never going to live my life so full of joy.
I will drown in my sorrow so sublime.
I have dug my grave deep beyond the ploy.
Clearly seeing the life of mine.
Lyrics by: Jeffrey Joe Rubio
February 5, 2024
PAIN OF BLOOD
I feel like I am walking alone on this path
Tip toeing as if I am walking on broken glass
My spirit is broken into jagged edges
Cutting into my spirit letting the blood flow out
Not knowing how to stop the blood from spewing out
I am lost and all alone in this life of sorrow
Walking along a straight but widened morrow
I am full of distress and full of woes
Then I make a batch of a dozen bows
Black in its course of my sweet demise
The taste of poison on my lips with no compromise
Bitter and sweet at the same time
With no reason and with no rhyme
How did I come to the end?
When the road I walk has become a shallow bend
What will I say when I meet my maker's hand?
Should I conjure up the demons in a band?
What will be my course for my sins?
When all the while I am stuck in a bin
I feel so cheap and ugly in the mirror
But the person I see is full of queerer
There is no cheer or gladness in store
For me or any other for that matter, whore
Wishing I could sleep with any man that looks my way
Only to find out I have been set up by people on the bay
Working for money is a long time coming
Nevertheless, I would rather be elsewhere just for the timing
Bitter cold and hot as can be
Can only mean I am in hell with myself and me
Shall I scream with the horror of the demons I, see?
Or will the flaming sea silence my screams
Burning forever with my own desires
Only to find out I am still on the mire
Trying to climb the mountain to the top
Never making because I am too weak to walk
I fall of the mountain landing headfirst
Never dying never quenching my thirst
Lost and alone in a dying world
Looking at the sky and see the stars above
Spinning around as if in a whirl
Feeling as if I could fly like a dove
Pigeon feed is all I am
They chew my skin; they pluck out my eyes
I cannot see where I am
Far beyond the rising skies
I say I need a man to be with me
But who is going to be the one that sleep
I cannot decipher the words I keep
Only because the words are not me
My fellow brethren please listen to me
Please listen and heed my call
Do not walk with me unless you fall
You cannot catch me you cannot fail
Nevertheless, there too is no such avail
I need to be who I am. once and for all
But I am stuck in the mire for there is no call
I cannot scream or even sound the siren
I sink deeper and deeper as I fall into the fire
The sound is block by all the shrieks of the lyre
And the demons roar loud as if they are lions
No one hears me, no one listens
I am full of sweat that I refer to as glisten
Let this be a lesson to all who are saved
Do not tread the water unless you are brave
You cannot win and you cannot lose
For you will only drink the only booze
Blood is streaming down my chin
Because I drank the curse that gave me sin
I am dead of course I cannot lie
For only in the grave is where I must lie
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Questioning My Identity
Who am I when I am still living in the past?
Who am I if I can't move forward in my walk with God?
What am I if I can't let go of my identity of who I used to be?
What am I if I can't see my future of who I'm supposed to be?
Where do I go when I can't even speak to my leaders in charge?
Where do I go when I am all alone in a world full of lies?
When will the pain of my past stop me from being the person I am?
When will the pain in my heart cleanse me from all my desires?
Why am I created to suffer the strain that changes my path?
Why am I hurting so deeply that the strife I feel is from my thorns?
Shall I go to the pit of destruction worthy only of my demise?
Shall I go through the darkness that engulfs my surroundings?
Shall I travel down the road that churns the pain in my stomach?
Shall I fear the One Who say's “I am nothing without Him”?
Shall I glory in the formation of my disguise that hides me from destruction?
Should I bleed from the veins that were cut open by my sacrifice?
Should I sense the idea that I was just a figment of my imagination?
Should I see through the darkness that is hiding the demons of my past?
How will I get through this turmoil that life has caused me to be?
How will I justify my pain that longs to be free from the hurt?
How will I know who I am as I look in the mirror darkly?
How can I see clearly when the obstacles are obscuring my view?
How can I be so blind that my senses have no sight or smell?
I am just a piece of dust made from the earth of mud and mire.
I am made to suffer and choke as I am covered by the dirt.
My grave is the only comfort that I know and feel.
My grave is the only sting that I feel deep inside.
My grave is the shallow hole that I dug in his presence.
For he wants to see my death as I plead, beg, and ask for forgiveness.
He laughs and scorns at my demise in the secret caves of my heart.
He abandoned me when I needed his protection of safety.
He ignores my cries as I scream to take away my agony.
Belief in my faith makes me want to run far away from here.
Belief in my faith encourages me to straddle the justice in himself.
As I leave the workings of his work in his side and hands.
I have descended down into the pit that burns with fire forever.
By: Jeffrey Joe Rubio
11 November 2017
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I AM ALONE
I’m alone in the dark
Sitting on a bench in a park
I’m alone in my sadness.
Waiting to be covered in gladness.
I’m alone within myself.
Never allowed to be put on a shelf.
God! Where are You?
God! I cannot feel You!
God! Where did You go?
God! I need You now!
You said You would never leave.
Then why can’t I feel You breathe?
You said You will always be here.
Then why can’t feel you near?
You said You would never leave me
I’m sorry for all I’ve done, please!
God! I’m begging You on bended knees.
God! I’m screaming up to the heavens.
God! I’m crying! I’m in pain! Hear me!
God! Where are You? Where are You? I am numb…
I have no feeling left inside me.
I am numb from my head to my toes.
I want to be free, help me please!
I want to be heard from the mountains!
I want to be heard loud as the oceans.
God! I want to die inside my heart!
God! I want to feel You now!
God! I need to know what is my part.
God! I need to feel you now.
The life I live is not my own
But I don’t know how to carry on.
Pour Yourself on me, help me to have faith!
Help me to have faith!
Pour yourself on me!
I want to feel Your presence.
I want to know You.
Please, I beg of You…
Lyrics by: Jeffrey Joe Rubio
January 23, 2024
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I AM DOOMED
I stand and watch as people everywhere feel the Spirit of God.
Yet somehow I don't feel the Spirit of God.
I ask for forgiveness, yet all I get is silence.
What is it that I have done that God would forsake me?
I repent and nothing.
I don't understand this emptiness I have inside me.
I pray for God to fill it, yet my prayers are not heard.
I beg and plead.
But all is quiet.
I believe God left me, along with His Holy Spirit.
Now I am doomed to hell for all eternity.
I amd doomed for all eternity.
I am doomed.
By Jeffrey Joe Rubio
Written: 5/4/2024
Deliverance is a form of freedom from the pain of the past
Sailing across the ocean while bringing down the mast
Seething through the anger inside your beating heart
Failing myself while trying to reckon my part
There is a glimpse of light seeping through the window
Darkness has faded away by the way of the flowery meadow
Lillie’s of the valley spinning and toiling under the hot sun
Though the Creator has made his way by the tone of his Son
Frolicking through the woods like a handmaid so fair
Watching the birds fly away two by two as though a pair
Intertwined are the humans sigh as male and female goes without saying
Spreading the male seed as we watch the pain of their love mating
Feeling the fever from the anguish of flames soaring high
Learning to say I’m sorry never knowing if this is nigh
Grieving over the anguish and pain from the freedom of our past
Slowly drowning in the soil and mud mixed with the water running fast
Having a new outlook on our life drifting in and out of misery
Now it is time to stop the bitter pain of our misery
Rain, fire, brimstone fall on us bring us to shame
Lightning strike us down as our name goes to fame
By: Jeffrey Joe Rubio 8/11/2017
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A LOVE
I thought we had a love that would last a lifetime.
But I found out that a lifetime is not forever.
It is only just a drop in the bucket with reason or rhyme.
But it will last for only a moment to whenever.
I cannot go on in this charade as I face the truth of my demise.
The longing for another as the rhythm plays for the wise.
I long for the love that is only for the lost and lonely ones.
But who am I to decide my fate when it weighs a ton.
I need to chut the strings that hold on to my heart.
As I walk away from what tears us a part.
Never knowing the reality of what to come from my eternity.
Only to realize tat time is only but an essence of my sanity.
Should I wish for the drink of blood that will cover my lost?
Or will the blood I drink be the poison that my life will cost?
The shadows cover my surrounding as in the darkness as I lay.
In the groves of paradise watching horses eat their hay.
Love cannot bring forth the purity that was once in my soul.
For it will bring out the shame which made me once a fool.
For the water tat quench my thirst no longer does.
My grieving for death to come to me used to be what is and was.
I thought our love would last a lifetime but only sadness lives.
I am lost in my world of despair only to find I grieve.
I long to eel that warmth of light that used to fill my heart.
But now only the blackness that is dark reigns that part.
I walk this morrow only to see inside the eyes of men.
I found out they are just as lost as I am, and do not know when.
When will I be found by someone who can appreciate who I am?
When all the while there is no one who can accept me as I am.
I am he who cries for the one who will bring forth their love to me.
If only I ca feel the love inside my heart, but I cannot even see.
Blinded by the darkness that leaves me senseless and shallows.
Darkened by the abyss that is deep, yet all the while hollows.
I will live my life as I see fit even if it is for only just a minute.
Just to wind the watch of my life to catch a glimpse even if it is for only a minute.
Longing to live forever yet all the while waiting for my death to come.
To take me to a place that is always dark where there is nowhere to run.
By: Jeffrey Joe Rubio
24 January, 2009
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Pieces
Death is the substance that requires no thought
Pull the trigger and now I'm dead
I'm feeling like a piece of me is split in pieces
Small tiny specs of myself lay all over the ground
I try to pick up the pieces, but my hands are too big
It needs more of a delicate touch, but then.
Someone comes along with a broom and sweeps them up
Now I'm lost, stuck in the rubbish where I belong.
Since no one cares, and God is too far to even notice
So now I walk this mire searching for what was
Claiming to be free, but, yet all the while I'm chained and bound
Gagging on the odor of a sweet aroma of burning Sulphur
Never to rise, only to sleep in the grave of my own demise
Lurking behind the shadows, blinded by the darkness
Facing the truth that I'm in Hell without no escape
Listening to the screams and cries of those who have gone before
Knowing now I'm in my place of rest and torment.
I will always be a glimpse of my own imagination
Knowing the lies I hear are in my head
And there is no one to silence the voices laughing
If only I had the hope that would endure thru tomorrow
But I'm filled with disgust for myself, and for my grave
I am poisoned beyond the life that I once knew
And the mirror I see is the reflection of the creature I once knew
I'm dead now, and there's no life in me
Swallowed up in my own demise.
By: Jeffrey Joe Rubio 11 April 2018
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LIFE
The torrid storms of life are just a walk in the park
The turmoil of the clouds thundering as they clash with a roar.
The journey one person makes on the road is called life.
The decisions one makes as they come to a fork in the middle of the road.
Will they make the right choice to walk down the right road?
Will they make the wrong choice to walk down the wrong road?
The choice we make in life can be optimistic or destructive.
The choices we make determine which direction we choose in life.
Life is the essence that will fulfill our destiny.
The essence is the aroma of the sweet smell of our success.
How can we be so blind and yet never see tomorrow?
How can we see tomorrow without ever experiencing today?
How can we hold the grudges that have come about in our past?
We live in a world where hope is just a fantasy.
Where love is the color of grey, not blue, green, or yellow.
The flowers with the petals alive die so quickly in thirst.
We forget to water them, and our spirit utters in pain.
We are just an essence of time flowing through the air with no cares.
We live as we please, never seeing the destruction that follows our feet.
We consume all the despair that life has to offer.
Never smelling the sweet aroma that one day would come to share.
Life is the flame that burns deep inside your soul.
Burning hotter as your passion becomes enthroned by your desires.
You lust after things you cannot have, yet all the while failing.
But in the end the rain will come, and your fire drowns in death.
Leaving a world with nothing to carry, but loneliness, and despair.
To a place where only the soul of those whose lives are in anguish.
Being tormented day and night never knowing what it's like to live.
In a world where peace and joy only rule the light.
This my friend is what you call the road of life.
By Jeffrey Joe Rubio
Edited: 6/6/23
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