(This is a work of art about Death) The silence beckons, The grave strives, Death works his magic touch, Barge of life awaits, Tickets sold to Death Gate, Down the river wading in bone and gore, Awaiting Deaths encore. (This is a work of art about Death)
Tag: Life
SPRINGING FORWARD
Life springs forth from bubbling brook, Leaping to life like words from a book, Leading us past fork after fork, Leaping like a fish after a baited hook.
PRISON OF THE ENDLESS
The lights turn on, Dank dark cell, releasing earthly smells, Assulting nostrils, clinging and seeping in deep, Tackling oppression, listening closely for agression, Bruises, yet no memory, Trapped in a prision, mind and body, Jagged insults float through stone passages, Loud painful roars of agony shriek up the tomb like stone, Crackling in ear, roaring…
MY TWO STARS
You cried and filled my heart, Love exploding, supernova bright, My sons, Each handsome and lively, Unique and filled with personality, I love thier expressions, Each filled with different passions, You’re both a star lighting my heart.
REVIVAL
This poem is a work of fiction that may be triggering to some, please read and or share with care. Thank you. I woke up in a dream one day, Floating beneath a vaulted cieling, Floor below covered in hay, Launching myself across the room, I glided for hours, Realization dawning on me that I’m…
MEDITATIONS 14: ROMANS 5:13
During my time at College in my pursuit of a Bachelors of Science in Religion and a Minor in Biblical Studies a question popped up from time to time, especially in Theology class. Will people who predate the Law given to Moses be redeemed and found in Heaven? The answer is found in Romans 5:13….
A LITTLE MOTIVATION, A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
First I want to say to everyone, your great, we’re great, I’m great, everyone is great! We have so much untapped potential and strength. I hope today you can find a way to tap into yours. That said, today was horrible… How many emotions can I have in a day? The last 24 hours has…
ETERNAL DREAMS
A dream that lasts forever is but a puff of wind along the lonely fields of wheat lost on the worlds grind stone It lasts forever, Forever is as a second never finding it’s tick passing by quick & sluggish Like love it retires, over sleeping heads which encourage the awake but in truth, this…
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