Are these screams from inside my mind? Or out there? Is it the theif? The scent of ravaged swine in the air? It conflicts though my tongue remains straight. In this cursed world. The truth they hate. Their aim, the unblossomed an it’s dark. Sanity has boarded. I cannot watch it debark. The dark soulsContinue reading “These Screams”
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Screaming on the point of key change. Where laughter salutes tears. There, joy and sadness grapple. And you run towards, despite your fears. When pain kisses pleasure, the passion rejuvenates the truth. In the developing motifs of the fifth, the old man kisses his youth. In harmony with the sublime, we believe what we act.Continue reading “Screaming”
I heard the bells of St. Pauls cathedral. And my heart went out to them. The same heart that longed for ancient days. But good still has a power, a higher meaning of life. Providence His proof. Take heart in your trust, courage in the truth.
Heart and Truth
Feelings strong though the truth unknown. Until thee profess the wounds go on unsown. A poem like a kiss cannot be given back. Lad, give her your heart and truth. Don’t worry! Don’t slack!
I awoke you with a kiss. You revealed to me myself and handed me my sword. I burnt through like the raging sun. You lit up the night like the harvest moon. Life began again with you. So take my hand and lets dance on the shoreline, in appreciation to the heavens. I love youContinue reading “Black Hole”
Vengeance no longer mine I’m trying not to become him. There is no secrets in seeking the truth. I dance on the edge of death where bravery overcomes safety. I offer my hand across the murky divide, unfamiliar with the nuance. Do any of us act like we beleive? Who controls my interest? From theContinue reading “Vengeance”
By His wounds
Palm leaves reach out in worship for they knew, just who He was. He flipped tables in the den of thief’s. He showed his way the truth. Broke bread and explained of a no greater love then betrayed with a kiss. Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret. Found guilty of His innocence, deniedContinue reading “By His wounds”
The new scene
When nimbus drift away, the hissing of the sun lights the path that lead the way. Dimitri rises through the spine reviving in a dream. The realm of the soul, the new scene. From the depths, a cry awakening to the truth only when we die.
Thoughts in her Covid
She bowed to the crown of this viral pneumonia, she thought on chinese doctors in chinese labs, on Wuhan city on 5g masts. The medical scales of the pangolin embroil, the bat in the pot not quite at the boil, she is dead the thesis not, more to this truth we know not.