The Fallen
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Lady Labyrinth.
"LUX VITAE"
“The Fallen”
Remote,
he sees himself
in the reflection of cold close
yet distant shop windows,
his final journey along the
Hard Time Road
walking alone,
unforgiven, no home
for the rest of his natural life
a million knives
embedded impeding
words wrapped around him
all bleeding
lacerated unseen,
invisible to all
are his criminal soul's bones,
faux alibis
now hairline receding,
the judging self-righteous
sit on their untarnished thrones
unblemished and
Nicene Creeding
Vacant eyes
Vacant smiles,
no interest in
past history,
"What of his childhood?
Look at mine!",
forgotten all the other children
burnt, buried now characters
in a sad, dark rhyme;
they too come
from hungry homes
some where normal
stepped well and truly
in madness
well out of regular time...
This time, no jury
kangaroos all
skip merrily home,
here begins the Forgotten
buried by judge -
there was never
no time for
blue gumming jury
over in under a day
banged in a bus
he's crucified carried away
Meanwhile,
The Remnants,
sit in another State,
gutted and ruined
dying
far far far
away
day after never-ending
bleeding never-ending days
...here is their true purpose for once
the judges and all flying monkeys off course
Assizes all sitting on perch
the alienated seeking
are sought
to remit what is best
in their understanding of what is the best;
intelligence, a pallid behest for an
ordinary magpie choking
on bad apple worms -
in this instance,
they all forget for once their own past,
their own secrets waived and
like complacent cows
fed green as green grass
they judiciously self-warranting grin
cat-o-nine-tails are brought forth
to begin eternally flaying him,
while in his caved in mind he
repeats over and over again,
when he was a child who flayed
the real Jinn?
Well,
Where it all began,
It begins...
Ignorantly they
pass his childhood, and remark,
"he is a bad apple, rotten to the core, let's begin..."
With their salt infused best barbed wire,
they forget his childhood, he has sinned
they lay the tinder, spread the fuel...
the Witch Hunt ends,
the match is lit,
light the fire
let death begin
Time is served
in his dead heart and mind
another locked cell, his
fast melting mad mind
His thoughts, the screaming quite voice
inside his mind, without hesitation agree -
he deserves to be forgotten for all time,
from turned backs well shuttered closed eyes,
He is a fallen pariah to those in his lost world,
family thread bare, his friends now all his enemy ignore him,
or with sarcastic glee throw their stones
damn him to hell’s fire for all of eternity
he burns in his own hell daily
he sets light to his own funeral pyre
A call quietly whispered
now and again when he's want
to listen to the voice peeling
through other dimension, a glass onion,
there a ghost of an adult holds a child in lost time,
forgives the present, others like this wraith
would n'ere be so forgiving-
forgiveness by those holding stones crimson
is never granted, Hell is a hell of a business -
maybe some give for a while, then later
their forgiveness is cruelly retracted
but the phantom caller’s not “others”
the caller thinks lateral yet decent
to a turned back in the mirror
to forgive now, he must have his Freedom -
Let the caller now complete this:
Perhaps Love
is a recidivist
We, the Lost
are all near it,
We, the Lost
are all missing it
For in truth
"We"
are all
"ONE",
human -
surely,
"I AM"
is in all of us,
- I want -
- I will -
- I Am -
- No, I will never fall? -
I will never fail you...
"The Fallen"
surely are
"The Called",
the ones
the Lion is calling?
as He walks bleeding
barefoot towards them
Legions of Angels
he’s leading
to gather
The Called
to hold close
with ALL of his strength
with ALL of his LOVE
with the strongest of
ALL his Prayers
to remove
all the dark nights
from Past’s imprint
from all Lost Souls
that are bleeding?
He makes clean pages
of all of their stories’ sad footprints
to walk with Him
through the gates
after walking The Road
to all of those stairs
God is in all of us surely
He holds Black Ball
He holds White Ball
Surely The Fallen
are The Called
the ones
The Lion is calling?
to be blessed, forgiven and adored,
to be forgiven with the power of Love
no longer black balled...
According to the riches of His grace
The Fallen
The Called
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"lux vitae"
for the ones with tears in their heart,
for the ones with tears in their eyes
"Surely, the Reader, is the writer of their own story and we are all kept in cages until our muse is let loose."
“The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God - if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your language. But be a blessing to somebody. That's what I think.”
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.”
You can't forgive without loving. And I don't mean sentimentality. I don't mean mush. I mean having enough courage to stand up and say, 'I forgive. I'm finished with it.”
“Your talent is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.”
“Sweet Mercy is nobility’s true badge”
2 Corinthians 2:10 (NIV)
Romans 3:23 (NIV)
Mark 11:25 (NIV)
Proverbs 3:56 (NIV)
James 5:16 (NIV)
Revelation 1:1-20
2 Corinthians 5:17 (NIV)
"AMOR VINCIT OMNIA"
https://youtu.be/0LbP8oYcGYk
“I’m Right Behind You”/Michal Smorawinski
Ivan Torrent - Lux Imperia
https://youtu.be/k6ah7r2_hxs
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment