I am not my ownI am not my own. I hold not, live not.I am dead, as far as the world can see.Wistful for days of ignorance, I soughtThe times past when living was so carefree,Days when my life seemed less painful, I thought.What drove me to this? Not dimming; but a sortOf glorious light, to which I have naughtTo compare. Dirt and flesh, all fallen shortOf what I was made to be. I abideIn the Fall. I lost before I arose:I never knew how dark I was inside,How frightened I could be of my shadows.I am not my own. Set apart, I boastIn the fact that my sin has lost its grip.Pressed on all sides…but not broken. So close.Revel in weakness; Power made perfectIn my fractured self. Enveloped by Grace,I strive onward… for I am not alone.Thus I decrease, so that He may increaseIn my life. You see… I am not my own.- Hunter Chorey12.3.01
SatanHe was Doomed. For in his state of Grace, a tiny crack appeared in the crystal - A subtle flaw, an idea, an infatuation that grew, and spread, until his entire Sphere was tainted and cracked; the moment the fragile crystal shattered, his fate was sealed... The Book was closed; there was no turning back from his horrible quest... the Quest to best God. Thus he Fell… Plummeted down in anguish, embraced by Chaos, 'til he landed on swirling, bubbling naught … and he stared …- Hunter Chorey
Drawn and QuarteredDrawn and Quartered===================Delirious lyrics run through my head;It's August 30th, and I am lost.God, what am I to do? I'm pulled in allDirections by my Loves, rendering meStatic. Stagnant, snared at the cusp of life."And I'll wait for this light to break…" My light.I cannot complete the essential thingsIn life. No time. No Desire. No drive.Oh, lift me, lift me ever higher now!I've sunk so low, mired passions wasted; yetI brush the sky when your hands surround me.Flirtations of opportunity feignAn opportunity for flirtation,Yet nothing is there - so empty inside.Why don't I run for the truth known to me?It's not about distractions, after all;It's about the focus, our one constant.That's who I'll strive for. My chains are broken."…Thank you for the chance to live again; I'llRun always for you." Always you. Always.- Hunter Chorey (9.19.01)
Butterfly WingsButterfly WingsForever capturedEtched in silk and butterfly wingsSo fragile, yet so powerfulWhen you touched your lips to mine
The KeyThe KeyJust a glance is the key that opens my heartUnlocks feelings of Joy and surpriseAs a smile ventures through these blue portals from youFor no secret is safe in the eyes.