He colors his canvas to capture her soul.
Imperfect oval face framed by fiery red curls.
Pouty lips pale pink slightly showing sorrow.
Freckled by fairy dust like flakes over her fully puffed cheeks
Hazel eyes that hide the horrors
of what this wounded warrior had witnessed.
She sought battles she shouldn't have.
Her scars show that truth upon the flesh of the fairest female.
But beauty does not stop battles.
He dresses her down to the lady like grace
To paint this portrait to put in her place.
One last picture he paints of his princess
His delicate daughter, that even in her death
He will never be without her.
The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
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Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray
My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …
My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze
… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …
… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …
Spring showering shores
rabbits running round in amusing
the glitter great glacier
been sparkle spends slightness by branches
wind witnesses willingly be affections
In reflection raised recreation.
And sense a rat, small the tale it
Running stopped by the torso as hulking.
Love is like a bottomless pit,
it is neverending,
and I'm fallng in love.
Love is like a vast ocean,
it seems endless,
and now I'm diving,
and I'm falling in love.
Lambs, Listen, Learn
Earthly, Existence, Error
Desires, Drive’s, Death
Slaughtered, Senseless, Sacrifice
Savior, Sheep, Sent
Heaven’s, Helper, Healing
Always, Asking, Ascension
Rightful, Repented, Reborn
Solider, Saint, Shepherd
Warring, Willing, Watching
Openly, Offer, Obedience
Truthfully, Trust, Teacher
The world is a platform
And the people the audience
Waiting for you to perform
You are a star
Your inspiration their reform
Hope you could do your best
Stand up and be counted
Be the first
There are difficulties
But forget the worst
The world is your guest
So go higher
Yeah higher than mount Everest
For if you perform right
You steal the spot light
And you don't just win
The people but their heart
The audience cheers you up
Like you are the king
And all the women
Dieing to be your queen
Money is not the thing
You started lately
But you are doing greatly
Forget about the rest
And do your best
My love I can not find you anywhere,
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere,
because you are my soulmate,
and us being apart can not be fate.
You did not leave because you wanted to,
It just was just something you had to do.
I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight,
and knowing you was the love of my life,
yet I would not make you my wife.
I know that's what you really wanted
and now I am feeling haunted,
by the things I should have done,
and you being the only one
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together.
But you are gone
and I can not go on,
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
On a hollow morn fill with joy
Shinny and peaceful as Easter
Had I known that daddy wasn’t happy
As he said, be quite as words followed
He did say Easter bunnies have crossed the road
And gone are they
He murdered you dear Easter bunny
Terrified and sad I grabbed my pillow
Alone I want to be
Daddy did say those horrible words
Easter bunnies do not exist, although you did
At least in my little tiny happy chocolate world
Daddy did make me believe in your existence
Tis the Easter bunny, thee carried gold and grey chocolate eggs
From house to house for all around the world
Lovely in fight for motivation in deep grief
Daddy did always say
Jesus said: I am resurrection and the life
He who believes in me will live,
Even though he dies
So do I believe
That you will live again
My dearest Easter bunny