Is full of concealment,
form, and void. A
plane of darkness
where immortals
descended from grace,
as their flames lay
buried under their temples
and forgotten by.
Intertwining within the
heart of matter lies
the key to hidden wisdom
hidden in darkness,
opaqued by the initiates.
Man's own unreality makes
him subject to the illusions,
as if he is a prey
of his own web.
He relies deeply upon
his faculties and go
against his own will as
he repositions his
chronological orders by
impeding upon the inevitability
as he becomes the cause
of his own effect.
Once the man soul
has ripened with knowledge
and wisdom, he is then
pluck like an apple,
ready to be harvested, then
assembling back to
the lake of fire,
from which he cometh.
the deep rooted rapport
between two hearts
has been uprooted
bring about decay
bring forth death
the flower has died
the flower has gone
the field has been destroyed
the field once filled
with such beauty is now
fill with such ugliness
Here lies someone that forgot to live
Listening to the heart most desired wishes
2-14-2016
She stood there throughout the years knowing one day she would no longer encounter this earth.
Her fingers gripping the cold soil sinking in every inch of her hurt.
Her limbs hung low and her texture clung dry.
Her brittle hair barely gusting in the abandoned night sky.
Symbolic words and letters carved in jaggedly around her side.
She never complained and gave cover when the morning cried.
She enjoyed all of her existence in the sun.
It was life that was against her time that had just begun.
It never falls never drys,greens forever
Whenever it extends,it grows moreover
Our love is like that tree,greens forever
On the deep rooted tree,friends forever
Each bird sings fruitly ,And sends clever
Each leave drops water and rains lever
We runabout as pilgrims every year
Browsing through my photo file
Gazing upon your face
My thoughts travelling to the past
Your pain through illness
The time we spent together during
How close we have become
As trees bloomed
Our love blossomed too
How could you?
Spin this yarn of lies
To conceal your face
Still I yearn to know the real truth
We were once so close
I didn’t realize
Just how much you hurt me
How much I still loved you
From the depth of my being
Uncontrollable deep rooted sobs emerged
How do I explain why and from where?
The tears come
If only you knew
I once felt you with oceans between
But now I only feel my own pain
unrelenting screaming in my head
Words deleted before they are siad
wiped of the page, never been read
comfortable 6 foot under in my bed
Paradise falls beneath me as I am lead
Hungery demons can now be fed
draining my soul for now I have bled
satisfied thurst, call me when I'm dead
Overwhelming hurt embraces my mind
Dirty, twisted, diseased, rotton all intertwined
This anguish and torture is never defined
Keeping away from the world remaining refined
Myself and others I call me are all combined
Nothing can be said this is how I was designed
Hidden away, locked up, staying confined
Rejected from the world, forever delcined
December 21, 2012! ‘The day our world comes to an end’, is how the rumor flies
A deep-rooted doubt exists, as past predictions have all been so wrong.
Those last days of centuries past have come and gone, like whistles in the wind
While Father Time just keeps on ticking oblivious to the song!
I imagine how broad is his smile when rumors hit the media scene
Many worry, and plan for that “final” day, needless to say, hearts weep
Amongst scientists, and well known historians, this time, possibility may exist
But what can I do? I’m no Amazon, barefoot, at five-feet three
If by chance, it’s the end, could I possibly save myself? My “plate’s already full”!
All it’d take to end my world is a strong current and a, three-foot wave
Maybe an unexpected lighting bolt if caught up in a storm. For these, caution will suffice
Out of my control; will not waste time as my life I can not save
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