Mark Roske Poet Lyric

Filters

Eloquence and dissidence 
merge as one in my defense~

Open eyed, too blind to see, 
the root of my Divinity~

The sleepers shuffle in the dark, 
searching for their hidden spark~

Eyes turned out, they do not see, 
the now that owns reality~

Proving ground for all their fears, 
magnets for pain, for death and tears~

Forgetful drones can’t own their light, 
caress their souls which shine so bright~

The deepest dreamers feel the blade, 
the thorns of all their choices made~

Awakened ones doth feel the weight, 
with perfect footsteps to their fate~

Filters for the worlds dark hate, 
they hold the key to heaven’s gate~

Satprem~

Copyright © 2015

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