an angels face that speaks to me

 of warm pure grace and melody

to have appear is to be blessed to see

of music sweet and heavenly

a demons face that roars at me

with cool sharp fire and ferocity

to encloak in darkness smothering me

such malevolence is sorely felt

the whip crack of a leather belt

is trivial to this harsh emotion

mood is changed and changed and changed again

but contentment in a state of zen

contrast be these in my mind

things can be different never bind

to material rules of humankind

death is a contract that with God is signed

that physicality be left behind

to be inspired is a state

of truth to yourself to create

to never worry of being late

to be posessor of your fate

only on the next level

may you be truly great

honest to yourself

is the key.