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Passion play An old mans Dream Journey

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Passion play An old mans Dream Journey

Passion play
An old man’s Dream – Journey

Luck walks him from the hands of the Grim Reaper,
beyond the pearly gates of St. Peter,
across the desert sands,
into a carnival, the arms of a winged Angel’s, hands.

Two freaks on the stage, of the world’s side show
Within each, the other know.

A lost soul, trumpet silenced by very bad choices.
In his head – a con, a schemer – he hears inner voices.
Take this Beauty, wing it into survival, into a living. 
Only himself, not to others, giving.

Another lost soul, in a glass cage, her wings clipped.
In a carnival side show, freaks, the audience is gipped.
 
He knows the price she will have to pay.
To save him and the game he will have to play.
Captivated by her ethereal beauty, love making evolves into love.
Beyond his greed for life, love’s conscience raises him above

the slim of his scheme, to do all he can to protect his dream.
The light of his love, surly – that moment - did beam.
His plan jeopardizes, places her into the hands of hell. 
This winged Angel’s love,  in her eyes it doth tell.

She accepts her living hell in order to save him. 
The old man now tries to save her, prospects grim. 
He falls, a plan of the man who owned this winged girl.
The plan failed, the old man’s life did not unfurl

His heart opened and did strive, repent the wrongs meant
as his soul looked out and upon, in sacrament.
One more time, he picks up his trumpet. 
Sweet sounds  come forth, beauty he let.

She glided, walking on by, again he met
his dream, there, before his eyes.
He runs with her, jumps from on high, she flies,
saving him with the strength and courage he gave to her.

Upon angelic wings, into heavenly bliss, together.
 
B. J. “A” 2
November 1st 2012






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  1. Date: 12/2/2012 3:09:00 PM
    soupmail in a minute :)

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 2:41:00 PM
    That is quite the dream journey. Truly lovely poem. hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 5:03:00 AM
    It is you who are kind to me, you have accepted something it is a joy for me to give..help. Please do continue posting these colorful tales for us if you would like to try out re-working any of them into a different form [just for learning and for mutual fun] it would be my pleasure. Light & Love

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 4:07:00 AM
    ooo wow... the beautiful image comes to life... i love the beautiful angelic wings... a blissful moment well enhanced. Glad the sound of the trumpet found its calling... always~ LINDA

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 3:03:00 AM
    Hi there Bill, I have all your comments now my friend and I appreciate them. The best way to talk is actually comment on one of my poems or soup mail. It is difficult to go back on a poets work to see if they have replied to a comment and they get missed. I keep reading your work and I am enjoying it and trying to work oyu out LoL xx

  1. Date: 12/1/2012 12:49:00 PM
    You have such deep feeling William and they come through so sad. This is so good xx