Never to recant his faith in the Lord. Advanced, gifted with the sword. Soldier of the Christ. Fought courageously in belief. compelled evil to hell as angels roared in raw relief. Onwards to the realm. Converging from afar with Godly squall and brush of helm. Under his pennon they forge. Chanting ‘Jerusalem’ for the feastContinue reading “The feast of St, George”
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I will cry
I will cry, until my tears overflow the rivers and become lost to the seas. I will cry, until the deserts thirst is quenched and raindrops drip life onto the barren. I will cry, until the angels pluck a melody onto my poetic chords and carry me home to rest. Alone, I cry and likeContinue reading “I will cry”
Flames of promises
She’s left much more behind than a single blonde hair on my pillow. Inspiration oozing, like rain overflowing the leaves of a willow. Feelings unchained as her absence is felt. Flames of promises ignited from a kiss. This night everything what’s known about her, I miss.
The ocean inside
I seized onto those deep-seated eyes, your deliberation,please from me don’t hide. I want all of you, I want to dive into the tide fall to the ocean inside.
Two of a kind..
One kiss, two souls, cut from the same cloth, with those three words, you made me whole. On the count of four, our paths alined. The world hates, we’re two of a kind.
Red apple treat
Like the addict there’s a craving, appetite for the need. Fantasies thriving, irritation for greed. Summon a resistant, so stunning too weak. Redolence, sweet, oh to taste the red apple treat. Call on divinity, interrogate the same faith, inside demand, so unsafe. Whirlwinds, wisp a whisper, of a needing inducing sin, ferocious, the conflict within.
Remembering
Feels like I’ve been here so long. So I strain to think back, to when things weren’t so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox. So I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I’m in a cold court cell and like a scared snail, I retreat aloneContinue reading “Remembering”
Tequila Rose
She was tequila rose, he the Lynchburg oak. She said more with one look, than any word she spoke. Warmth, emancipated by her soul, melts away at the snow. Revealing a taste of what all want to know.
Her elegance ( I did not )
She asked if anyone was sitting there, gladly and invitingly I said ‘no’. Her look was beautiful, a bedazzling smile, advancing something inside of me. There was dialog but I forgot her elegance I did not.
Tsunami
A deep herd of uncontrollable wild, galloping white-maned monsters. Stampeding ruthlessly through smashing, damaging and consuming structures of man. Ragefully and merclesley crashing with great might. Frizzling paled threight boulders not slowing but speeding installing fear, into the heart of mankind. Powerful pearly mountain waves gracefully destroying. Destroying the illusion we are greater than Him?
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