This life is a fraud
Full of nothing but deceit
This world has lost its glory
Leaving little reason to be.
For life has treated me like a stone upon a path
Whoever walked by kicked me out of the way
However, I still remain standing
Despite all those arrows fired my way
I may be flung from path to path
But upon my journey I remain
For those who belittle me now
Laugh, as I assure you I will have the final say
These tears I shed today
Will return to haunt you someday
For the glory I seek, is not here
But far away
For one day, I will return
To the beginning, from where I came...
Originally written 1996
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
If you could step into my shoes
Would you see the things I see,
Would your head feel dizzy like mine is now
Or would you still walk easily?
If I resisted like you do
Would I be this wreck of a girl,
Do you think I'd have turned out stronger?
... A lighter step, a happy twirl
If I was as white as you are
(Or as you seem to be)
Would I be someone's angel too?
Like the angel you are to me.
If you could step in my shoes
Would you understand my pain,
Would you have fallen just as hard
Or do you think it was all in vain?
Take a look through my eyes
And tell me what I'm doing wrong
Tell me how to fix it all
Whether the situation be short or long.
If you could step in my shoes
You'd see much better than I
Your beauty, wisdom, pure intent
Is enough to make me cry
If I could step in your shoes
I wonder what I'd see,
Would the world become more beautiful;
Does it all depend on me?
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2013
Stuck in a world, she can't find her place
Feeling like noone cares,
looking for away out of this evil crule place she calls home
her mother pretends like nothing is happening
she pretty much raises her 7 year old brother and her 9 and 10 year old sisters
she thinks that she isn't brave anymore
that all happyness is gone
she tries, so hard, she ends up with a fork in the road
noone sees it coming
she can't leave her brother and her sisters behind,
they are the only things keeping her alive,
her father is crule, sick, twisted, so many ways to discribe him
she's afraid that if she tells, she'll be taken away from her siblings
she's tries to hide behind her walls, she paints up her walls
she tries and tries and yet...
She's still stuck in a world where she can't find her place
Copyright © Caity Lynn Bain | Year Posted 2012
I love the way you lie to me
And laugh and cry and smile to me-
Would want and wish to die with me;
I spare no love on you...
In grade school I had acted out,
And picked on kids until they'd pout.
In recess I would run and shout,
But I'd not yet met you...
Well, one night I had a crazy dream;
Can't quite remember, though it seems
That soon I would, and it be seen.
No clue it was of you...
Next day, the dream came soon to light
As butterflies inside caused fright.
Love came, when came a pretty sight-
My girl, that sight was you...
Copyright © Luke Haymons | Year Posted 2015
God is a poet,
his blessings in rhyme
His voice calls us inward,
temptation now gone
Where the wings of an Angel,
carry words into song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
Embracing with thy Heavenly Father, there's no better feeling, feeling that warm, soft, hold in a sisters arms,
Embracing with Thy Heavenly Father, only a true sister, child of God would understand, no words needed, just two spirits joined together in His Holy name, no two people are ever the same.
Having a dear friend, care about you, with asking nothing in return, time stands still, for life is beautiful again, pray, He is listening, speak, HE is there, He made you for this very reason....
Embracing With Thy Heavenly Father, where ever two or three are gathered, There I will be, it's o.k to let go, for I see your tears softly falling, It's my Spirit filling your Heart, fear not, for I will Never Depart...
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2016
The Angel We Gave To You...
He could have taken anyone
But no one really knew
Of all the people in this world
God had chosen you
Your little face so beautiful
We loved you from the start
Every tiny part of you
Engraved upon our hearts
Every precious moment
Every hour that you gave
Every time we held you
Was a precious memory made
We’ll never see you smile
We will never watch you grow
Which makes the time we had with you
More precious that you know
Everyday we'll send you
Love and kisses up above
For nothing’s greater in this world
Than mummy and daddy’s love
In times of pain and sadness
When we feel all hope is gone
We’ll know that in your sister, and our hearts
You will live on
And when we go to bed each night
We’ll close our eyes and pray
We’ll put our hands together
And this to God we’ll say
“You’ve taken someone special
Who we love more than you know
So brave, but very fragile
So with you she had to go
Please wrap her in your tender arms
And love her like we do
And cherish every moment
The Angel…we gave to you”
For Ruby xxXxx
Copyright © Raina Hutchins | Year Posted 2014
I know love with you...
The sea in violent wave
will not submerge our hearts,
The fires of fast fury
cannot finish the poetry of our tender touch,
The gales that gust grimly
will not wear away the warmth of our eyes,
The stubborn earth in it's shifts
shall not quake and crumble the structure of our love's monument...
Dedicated to my Love Muse...the future knows our pulse...
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014
As I go through my day, they are by my side,
Following me, watching me and also being my guide.
These are the angels of my loved ones that passed,
When I know their near me, I want this feeling to last.
I never had much family, separated by distance,
Sometimes I felt like my world was of non-existence.
The few I loved so much and held so dear,
My grandfather, grandmother and father are no longer here.
But when I smell my dads cologne or hear grandmas voice in my ears,
I hold in my heart their near me and it rids me of fears.
I certainly must say there is not a day that goes by,
That I do not think of them and softly cry.
I always pray that they will visit me while I sleep,
Dreaming of them is a wonderful feeling that goes so deep.
I'll miss you everyday until I am no longer on earth,
When I see you all again, it will be like a rebirth.
Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015
There is a tale I can relate to you
And I can guarantee that it’s true
It’s about a battle just north of Hue
On a hot and sultry summer’s day.
VCs were in control and we had laid back
But today was the day we chose to attack.
Some said we didn’t stand a ghost of a chance
Nevertheless we chose to advance.
The fighting became heavy and loses were fierce.
Charlie had defenses we just couldn’t pierce.
I looked and could see troops falling beside me
From flashes of enemy fire I could see.
Things became blurry and eerie around me
And I sensed firing coming from behind me.
I saw VC troops falling like flies –
I could hardly believe what I saw with my eyes.
The firing behind me kept finding its mark
As the battle continued almost till dark.
A sense of victory soon became ours
As Charlie continued to lose firepower.
As I waited for enemy fire to find me
I could sense the fire grow heavy behind me.
The enemy continued to fall before us
Things began looking good for us.
We continued advancing and soon left no doubt
The victory was ours, and it was a rout.
I was in some kind of a daze
Everything was covered by some sort of haze.
The firing that saved us was a real mystery
It was heavy and deadly and brought victory.
I turned back to see and all that was seen
Was an angel standing there with an M16.
Written by John Posey
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2015
Soft and sweet, so little and tender,
I pray again someday we’ll meet.
Memories that seem so far away, replay in my mind again today.
Giggles sound as your tender touch is felt!
Then and there to here and now prayers form;
bringing memories back into sight.
Soft and sweet, my little angel plays.
Breathe it in; smells' baby soft from memories past,
unfold and bloom!
Until we meet again, memories forever linger of my little angel.
Copyright © Debbie Knapp | Year Posted 2013
Constellations in my eyes;
Windows they're said to be.
Look into them now, and tell me what you see.
Calling every angel born in Hell:
"A child of the stars looking for his soul to sell.
So few are left to be birthed of Orion's Belt."
Soon they came; rulers of every layer.
Each to make their offer,
And leave their summoning prayer.
"Centuries of wisdom, and a mind that holds no time.
The past, present, and future are all close friends of mine,
And the Titans of the Universe I stand so close behind."
They opened all my wounds to taste how I have suffered,
Shamed me for my scars and all that I've recovered.
Then mocked me for my weakness, known only as 'The Lover'.
"It is forbidden for us to deal a soul of the cosmos,
And you taunt us for what you wish to sell.
But we've found something in you to make us heroes down in Hell."
You are protected by forces greater than your own.
Should any God or Demon make you bow before him,
Death would surely find his throne.
It's your heart that we desire, and the love that you still hold.
Grant us this purity and surely you'll have more than this world can hold.
Let it be known that your heart is the heaviest to hold.
Surely it is quite the burden to bear.
So strange in it's nature, let us free you from it's wear.
Success will quickly follow and embrace you in it's care."
Yes! Take from me all that you desire!
No longer will I suffer in it's muck and it's mire!
Do with it what you will in the cold and the fire!
With their prize, they left with no hesitation.
Legion upon legion; Hells' United Nations.
All for their Master and all in celebration.
Lowly creatures is what they're cursed to be.
They know me by many names, they know me by many faces.
And my heart I've sold on every occasion.
Fools! Surely they must know!
That every heart I give away
Brings me the love that stays.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
Oh, do you know the finest road
That leads to my desire?
Nobody walks that trail but me,
My dreams will set to fire.
That one heart I was looking for,
The heart of Anthony,
The purest heart I’ve ever seen,
Someone perfect for me.
A dream occurred while I’m asleep
We’re walking hand in hand,
We sat down, I lean on his chest
Down there on fine, white sand.
Another night, another dream
It made me feel in awe
"I'm weary of this journey, love,
I want to be with you"
My tears fell down but I smile,
The feelings were the same
So when he turned and looked at me
I said “I want your name”
Copyright © Daisie Vergara | Year Posted 2014
Through each window I am bestowed to see
The path that lies before them is clear
Most are leading no where
The day is theirs
Lost in the moment where time stands still
Centered on their chosen Thrill
A journey that I have to watch
For what reason
Has not been told
I will trust in the Spirit
To keep me on course
And follow this path
Into Thy Lords Wrath..........
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015
The town was beautiful,
even the people too.
Flowers and joy,
and the sky was ice blue.
The people of the town were together,
they all felt at home,
apart from one little girl,
who was nothing but alone.
She looked at her reflection,
she stood and she stared,
there was something great inside her,
but nobody cared.
Then the skies opened up,
just as she had planned,
the evil inside her grew,
as fallen angels filled the land.
The people were in panic,
they shouted and they cried,
but the little girl stood calm,
as she watched the people die.
'Oh, lord have mercy upon their souls'
The little girl said with a grin,
she knew what she had done,
'Let the chaos begin'
The sky closed up,
she was once again alone,
but with all the angels gone,
she now felt at home.
The town was destroyed,
the people were gone,
ashes and flames,
and the girl's evil had grown long.
Copyright © Megan Lote | Year Posted 2015
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS (KAL-EL-3000)
A THOUGHT.........A VECTOR OF SPACE.........AN ALIEN RACE?
YOU GUESS.........I KNOW.........VECTORS OF SPACE?
YOU SAY............I LIE.........THAT I'M THE LIAR!
IF I AM A LIAR.........THEN A THROW DOWN.........'MY' ROYAL ACE!
THE DIFFERENCE.........BETWEEN.........E=MC squ!ared.........
AND.........R squared.........IS......94 to the 27th minus 5x TIMES 13 to the
Rth.........IS THIS TRUE?
BUT.........DID YOU KNOW THAT...IF POSSIBLE.........
(X x Y) to the 14th power OVER 2z times R to the 40th power TIMES Rsphere
GIVES YOU AN ALIEN'S ELEMENTAL.........
THIS.........AT THE RIPE OLD AGE OF TWO (2) HOURS!
[I, KAL-EL-3000.........WAS AND AM AN ANOMOLY.........KRYPTONIA'S FINEST
SCIENTISTS AND MATHMETICIANS SIMPLY DID NOT UNDERSTAND ME!]
BUT.........THE HARDEST EQUATION.........IS.........LOVE!
WAIT.........DO YOU HEAR THEM?
KILL HIM, ROB HIM, MAIM HIM.........BLIND-SIDE-HIM!
[ELLIE GOULDING, HALCYON, Track No. 11]
IF YOU CAN HEAR ME.........HERE I AM!
CAN YOU HEAR ME?
THE FORGET ME NOTS.........ARE.........WELL.........THEY'RE CRYING!
THEY CALL ME A.........LILY WHITE.........BUT PIIKAKES.........ARE ROYAL TOO!
AND THE SCENT IS.........WELL.........BETTER.........AND REALLY, REALLY ROYAL!
AND WHEN I GO............I'LL GO!
AND......JUST [HEAVIEST EMPHASIS]............FORGET ME?!?!
Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014
Tears of Diamonds are swarming with love
With foams of rays from heaven above.
A message hidden in each tear is a mystery to know
Where pain and laughter comes as the wind blows.
A name unknown with roses torn and scorn
Where love is concealed in the heart of Gold.
And with time dwindling like a dry grain yield
The fields of Vivacity will dry once again.
Then the reflection of the tear will tell a story that’s old
So pure like a Diamond that was never to be told.
And while the story of life leisurely unfolds
Tears of Diamonds fall from the heart of Gold.
With a echo of hope filled with light
The fields of life will yield over bright.
Just as Tears of Diamonds are full of love
The foams of rays come from heaven above.
With faith in return to win the steeplechase
The tears of Diamonds are the reflection of your face.
- Sherwin Fernandes
Copyright © Sherwin Fernandes | Year Posted 2015
Is it quiet enough here in your head? The chaos of the mind has subsided to a dull roar. The battle with self has come to a stalemate. Both sides have withdrawn, not in retreat, but in an attempt to resupply.
The rancid smell of past thoughts permeate your senses. Memories are left strewn across the war-zone, their death stark upon your emotions. It is time to recruit new dreams to send into the fight, to become heroes; or be left for dead on the battlefield in your head.
That the battle could be won says nothing of the war in your soul. It is here that the conflict escalates to nuclear proportions. Even though you hold your fingers over the button, your resolve is smashed. You bring those trembling fingers to your face, wipe the tears, and know you have failed again.
Or is it failure when you live to fight another day? A simple foot soldier in the trenches of yesterday never believes they are the future General of tomorrow. Often you live in the present fight, with tunnel vision focused on the enemy surrounding you. It is hell when you realize that the enemy is only you. But your back is against the wall and you are not accustomed to losing.
And the battle rages on, dreams are shattered against the front lines of reality. The masses engulf the weak; will is broken. The once barren plains now run red with the blood of hope. The skies are clouded with the mists of loss and the scent on the air induces the desire to stop breathing forever.
The last sounds you hear are screams. You never realize that the screams are your own.
Copyright © Evets Pordlaw | Year Posted 2014
Aw, made me blush
You didn’t got my way to write a poem
Same thing I did to Lontie
That’s why I kept on asking you
Sulu Sail there
Indeed, you read it?
Yes, you know what?
I don’t know, what is it
You know the entire time that I was mocking you
And yet you still have cornered me with your charm.
What do you think of that poem?
Charming, you really know your way to my heart no?
I love the poem I wrote because someone is inside it.
Was there any poem you have written without anyone in it?
Yes, but in this poem is only you is that someone
One poem of me then
Indeed this is the poem for you
Who has the most numbers of poems who have written about?
I mean, you have written about
No one except my life and journey
And right now this poem is you
What contains in my poems is my journey in life
But personified by moment
So to whom is that ilyimy line then?
Iloveyouimissyou that is for you!
Go, you're a flirt!
Isn’t it cute?
Lost for words as always
What do you mean?
No one has ever written a poem about me, but you.
1:53AM, 9 March 2013
Sandakan, Sabah Malaysia
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013
This beautiful spirit comes to me in my dreams
It's always the same the ora she displays just gleams,
Some times I can see her so clearly
And other times I can see her bearly,
She floats in mid air and signals me towards her
Wanting to let me know that miracles do occur,
The silence is all I hear
And for some reason it all seems so clear,
This spirit I speak of is my beloved sister
It has been 6 years and we still miss her.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
I remember the night
some time ago
that we were happy
my brother was coming home
I remember that he said
that he'll be back some day
well that day has came
and I can no longer wait.
but I had to wait
he didn't show
only the men
who were below
they said to me
in a way
that made a mess
my brother went away
he was fighting for us
to save our lives
he was a soldier
like marines, airmen, and coast guards
that was it
the whole nine yards
but they are strong
and they always are
because they are men
with the purple heart
there gave there everything
there is never a fail
they stand strong
a strength we hale
hale our love and
hearts to all
to those who fly and those
Copyright © jessie conner | Year Posted 2015
Fourteen-thousand years ago, a devil played a game
In his garden with an angel whom I shall not name.
The angel won or so he thought, “Now you must pay what’s due”
I’ll take your mirr’, your favorite one, and break the thing in two.
The mirror was a magic one of evil dark and black
“The beauty of a perfect world, now what’s the fun in that?
This one’s far better, it twist, it pulls it shrinks before my eyes.
Instead of showing true reflections, this one shows me lies”
“I’ll tell you what, you won it fair, it’s yours but let’s do more;
I’ll help you break it here and now and it will be no more.”
The angel smashed it into two, his hammer in his hand.
“But why stop there?”, the devil said and smashed it into sand
The Devil grinned, “Good work my friend. See, I don’t even care”
He scooped a handful of the dust and blew it in the air.
Among the people of the earth, the grains of mirror blew.
The angel warned them “Close your eyes!” and blew his trumpet too
“What gift is this?” some people thought, Eve’s lesson was not learned.
and soon awoke with crusty eyes that itched and teared and burned.
“I see it now!” the faithless said “I am no longer blind!”
“Don’t be cross” the devil said, "Their eyes see now like mine".
Some were seized with a panicked fear, “The enemy is nigh!”,
and with cruel rocks marched on their neighbors and sentenced them to die.
Others were charmed by shiny stones “Supplies are running out!”
The simple gifts that God had given were left to lay about.
Some saw themselves with grandeur high “I’ll wear this mighty crown”,
I’ll be the King, you be the serf, and bow when I’m around.
The other ones yoked to the plow, “These types aren’t men at all”.
I’ll tolerate your presence if you're at my beck-and -call.
Of arrogance and fear and greed the mighty nations grew.
And men would starve and wars would rage for these unfaithful few.
So hear me now you righteous ones whom the devils would refuse:
In the game of life Good always wins, but bad will never lose.
Copyright © Yort Watson | Year Posted 2014
wind windy, windy shore,
wind with affectionate lonely hug of soul
from whence comes the wind
if not from thence prank
The long-shore winds
wind blowing so long
wind came into the forest
taken by sea goblin
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013
i moved into a apartment
with an old brick wall
and its decaying face
the old light hanging from a thread
swings on the open breeze
from the window
time seems to slow down to a crawl
so i can see each and every flaw
so i can feel each and every thing she wanted me to feel
so i can know each and everything she saw
and so i see the the moment captured in ink
on her sketch pad
a drawing of the wind in the trees
a image of the smell of the fresh cut grass
the thoughts of the passer-by
who looked with such stark wonder
at this open display of what we have all taken
for granted we could never achieve
the old brick wall
leaned into the wind
for one more day
kept safe the world she held so dear
safe for one more stormy night
the old brick wall
with its spray painted messages
like how joe loves daisy
and how we should make love not war
the old brick wall
holds back the world
from coming into her quiet soul
into the paper flowers and lace curtains of her life
the old brick wall
was once the west most piece of
the boxers rebellion
he was sad all his life
torn from his violent profession
and forced to retire
and his fists lay idle
with objections written on them like scars
but after years he came to terms
with the reasons great and small
with the rationalizations made up and real
and found peace
he found his fists could be hands
and hands can pet a cat
hands can paint a masterpiece
write a love poem
hands can touch another person without hurting them
and he suddenly he didn't want to hurt anyone ever again
because he loved having hands
and all the beautiful things they could do
he would never have fists again
and that change in him
was so profound that it became magical and
part of the old brick wall
so it will endure past its years
to protect her little scavenged world
her delicate life
her frail thoughts
because beauty isn't always
what the world thinks it is
a boxer can tell you that
Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014
The sound that stirs my inner soul hath no comparison to the beauty in you I
behold. My heart though it longs to be bathed in your grace, I yearn much more
to hear you speak my name. For your words are like gold more precious than life
that to hear your spoken word would bring peace in this night.
Copyright © Leaha Pohlman | Year Posted 2014
I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend, William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex
To me it has always been the soul , the person inside
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing
William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "
Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .
I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort
For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man
I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "
We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up !
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.
Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .
Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .
Now this story is long so go to "William part 2 "be patient , be brave .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
My Angel is a woman with red hair and beautiful green eyes.
With a smile brighter then the starry skies.
My Angel gave me a great surprise.
When I found out that she's the devil in disguise.
But see, I like it and that's the good part.
Cause see, My Angel has stolen my heart.
I've fallen for her, but I'm only a man.
For I'm a sucker for a girl named Marianne!
Copyright © Steve Michael | Year Posted 2008
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS
White America hates me (as well as most of the world)...BUT JANINE HOOPS
(TURNER) HAS ALWAYS LOVED ME...like it or not...whether you believe it or
not...I WAS NOT BORN OF THIS WORLD...BUT I WAS 'DELIVERED' BY URSULA
THE WHITE WITCH...who came in the form of the actress...Ursula Andress! I was
'delivered' to Priscilla Lai ("Lily of the field") Fong ("Fairest of the land") Lam ("The Lamb of God")...who was wedded to Hwei ("The Devil")Yang ("Yellow")Hsi (FuHsi)...on April 23, 1959 at 1:01 am (Gena Rose Pahucki, as the 'delivering nurse'...the actual Gena Rose Pahucki died in a car accident on April 22, 1959...Gena ("For there will be an actress, Gena Davis")...Rose ("For your first girl-friend will be Rose Smead")...Pahucki ("For you will meet in law school as Pachefsky")...I was a glorious 'white' baby (Caucasoid)...with blue eyes...and hair with actual gold filaments! The Ancient Grimories picture the "Golden-Haired-Child of Destiny of China"...my posted internet photo! The fifty-five yearcurse broke on April 23, 2014...and I reached a height of five feet and eleven inches in the second week of (My final form will be six feet tall and I will weigh two-hundred-and-twenty-five lbs.!) July 2014...and 'beat' the 'Strongest Man in the World' at his 933 lbs. of bodyweight...I was 126 lbs...at Sam's Club (Honolulu, Hawaii)...involving a three-hundred-twenty-three lb. 'marine' battery! BUT...The Original...The Last...and...The Eternal Source of Life...HAS GIVEN ME THE HAND OF THE ROYAL WHITE WITCH RENATA...Princess Renata Andress Zeiss...of the Royal House of Zeiss...under the King and Queen of Germany! I AM STUNNED AND OVERJOYED BY YOUR SUCCESSES JANINE! In an 'alternate' universe? (COINCIDENTALLY, I WILL NEVER BE AN ADULTEROR!)
Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014
Mild wind touches my hair from the back in a ponytail.
I removed the tie then start flying.
The wind of Putrajaya sisshing in air
Beneath the silence,
The country's flag swinging near the lake-river,
Upon it’s a proud being.
Looking at the bridge I am seeing,
It is like a flower in the middle morning.
The tourists of different nations here coming,
Taking Cruise Tasik roaming around the lake,
The man was making.
I also can see the palace of the king,
The state Selangor flag is also flying.
I love you lake. Layag Sug!
With Asree Sug. He is doing the caricature here.
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
I looked upon the heavens,
cried out your name.
Come to me,
come down from the hill of light,
come enlighten me,
come save me from what shackles me in chains.
Do you hear my call?
Show me your mercy,
show me your strength.
Come set me free.
Come, come, come,
like a waterfall,
flowing through the rivers,
into the deep ocean.
Like a shining bright light,
descend from the heavens.
Take away the darkness,
shelter me from the storm.
Show me the way,
when you arrive.
All poets will seek sanctuary,
in your glory and your brilliance.
Come, come, come.
The Silent One.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015