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Swimming Angels

Our hearts are like doors to our souls, Opening and closing as we let love in or out. However, sometimes that door is sealed, Never to feel the heart ache of love again. We see the end of all days, Passing by as we stay. Filling our souls with hate Burning between or irises As the nondescript world in our minds is created. Touch in silenced by numbness. Tears spill the deceased blood of our love We see no more and feel no more. Just to live again in a place, Even the devil won’t go. The Swimming Angels brighten our paths, Leading us to our damnation. We follow them cause, we know God has abandoned us, Leaving us to witness his nonexistence And to try to deny it. We perished trying to destroy the Evil within us. Nevertheless, what we should have fought was the good, Provoking the Evil. The good that we let rule our lives; When we had them. We believe what we see and see what we believe. How long until we see what we don’t believe. To see the reality of everything And make it into something imaginary. Don’t call it reality when the life you live, Is fake. Let the Swimming Angels lead you to where you belong.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/22/2008 6:01:00 AM
Andrew - Good Morning - Very deep contemplation went into this poem - I was once so lost along with all my hope and hate had consumed me to the point even in Prison I was locked alone for I was the face of evil - Feared and respected and I took great pride in that - What a fool I was - Then one day while alone in that cell the Lord payed me a visit - Now I drive all the neighborhood kids to school and take old folk to the doctors - write poetry and go to Church - Merry Christmas & God Bless, MJ
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