The Warrior Returning...

Stretched absence has led to amnesia about the place once called home.

Rummaging through an old locker, the jumpsuit is found as a calm sets in now.

Wiping the dust from the shoulders and cleaning the patch that reads 'Janitor' is the start.

Zipping up the front, the journey begins with the knowledge it is his place to keep.



The square key is taken off its ring with the loneliness and separation of this day.

Grinding the sides of the fitted slot, the heavy and think key comes to a rest with purpose.

Scraping and scratching metal seems to scream "Welcome home, I've been waiting a long while."

Turning the key and pushing the door reveals complete darkness as if an abyss.



Slipping inside the door and deliberately stopping, freedom washes over like an ocean wave.

Closing the eyes and slowly inhaling brings the remembrance of love and praise to be offered.

Secrets bode as the cold room grasps the thought it should have never been turned off.

The emptiness inviting to stay and learn through observation of life and endurance.



Reaching out the arm, it comes into contact with the light switch and the first sign of power.

Set into motion, Illumination spills across all the heavy machinery forgotten by time.

The gears wane and wish to be awoken by the switches and levers eyes have laid upon.

The feet shuffle across the floor without anticipation towards the window on the other side.



Peering outside and realization sinks in of glancing moments ramming into each other.

Seeing all the wondrous things most people take for granted is a miraculous thing.

Recognizing that this body has been on autopilot for too long is a lot to start overcoming.

Reactions come from the body, but a waiting soul tries to decipher when it is needed.



Achieving the steps laid out takes courage and a bit of the Devil's own luck.

Seizing the controls on the panel is merely an act of one foot in front of the other.

Resonating sounds of diagnostics encompassed everything by flipping white toggle switches.

Engaging itself as a cause of a few levers being thrown, the machine roars to life.



Overwhelming the senses, analyzation was quick for the creaks and strains of the giant gears.

Tasting the dust being broke loose by years of under management is not desirable.

Smelling the rust as it fell from the aged metal is even less alluring.

Yet noticing the monstrosity is making strides to become more than art is fascinating.



Working together and spinning smoothly was the cause of the mechanisms brilliance.

Heating all the parts as they influence all other parts was great symbolism in potential.

Picking up more speed and intensity, the machine seems to breathe on its own.

Jostling sprockets with nicks and scratches break on cue to start its own assassination.



Flickering sparks splash down from the disintegrating upturned gears full of heat.

Sparks spray down from the top of the colossal amongst the interior of the machine.

Dancing against the metal are the triggers to arouse the revelation of the final step.

Landing delicately on the stack of wood at the base of the machine, a fire is now cast.



Sparking flakes light the fire to make the person want to live.

The fire swells and there is no need for a machine.

Autopilot is disengaged as well as the kick start to the heart.

The soul returns for there is work to be done amongst the fibers of the being.

The man continues to look out the windows of the soul.

Looking for where he will be taken and consumed.

The person has regained their purpose and lives for them self.

The whisper in the head wakes it from his slumber of the mundane.

Things to be understood.

Things to be solved.

Things to be misinterpreted.

Human is person by their own accord and will do what they deem necessary.



To live is to be human.

To love is to be mortal.

To gain yourself in your own life is godly.