One after the other
From Hospital rooms and where ever else
Heaven’s call
Come up
Far beyond the skies
Everlasting Rejoice
Human skies can’t see
Far from Earth
The creation
The sensation
Souls took up their crosses and journeyed to the Pearly Gates
The enter
The welcome
Angels orchestrated
No more pain nor sorrow
Better continuous tomorrows
Souls soared into their new frontier
Horizon blessing
Sorrow no more
Don’t mourn
Until the next time meet
I am in Heaven in God’s retreat
Until
Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss,
While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight,
Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars,
And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in.
But I know that this is better than lying to my own being,
To hide from the truths that haunt me in the silence of the night,
For in the lies told to others, I find a temporary refuge,
But the lies told to myself bury me even deeper.
There, in the depths where the moon cannot reach,
Remain the unspoken dreams, the unwritten words,
Like jewels hidden in the dark corners of the mind,
Waiting for the light of sincerity to reveal their shine.
Perhaps the path to truth is dark and full of thorns,
But it is purer than living in a world of illusions,
For between the silence of lies and the voice of truth,
I choose my fangs turned towards the sky, seeking unseen light.
Stars illumine the day-to-night, night-to-day transition,
Lighting up nooks of land and the skies as half their mission.
To console the cores of the barren hearts of humans,
Mary consented to bring you forth the prism of grace fusions.
As foretold from the fathomless depths of serene sages,
As scribed by quills of ages, you’d rewrite history's pages.
In the tiny town of Bethlehem, you would start your life.
Between good and evil, shouldn't you end the endless strife?
Like the warm wombs of the sunbeam in cold winter nature,
You pitched your tent among us as our merciful neighbour.
As the one who's present everywhere and omnipotent,
You shed your light like a thousand suns, bright and immanent.
Nature stood astounded as a mild, meek mist when you descended.
Faint clocks of fond memories, at your name, stood suspended.
From a far-off galaxy my poems descended
To amaze you, to comfort you!
In my poetry you were the limitless spectrum of love,
To unwrap you from the lotus leaf
I burnt an incense for you!
I waited and cuddled the warmth of the fireplace
In a frosty winter night for you!
In the sea of my bereft pain
Like high waves you dashed on
The shore of my passion,
You delved in like a deluge to purge
My mistaken conscience while I
Scoured you in many desert hot noons,
In the cold of an arctic winter,
At the curve of a flowing river!
as the plane descended
I saw a bit of hell alive
where Christ passed first
before ascending to heaven
I closed my eyes quickly
I wept and kicked dust
my ears blocked rapidly
true I had descended into hell
80 years I recorded its video
but to whom shall I replay it?
everyone has it, with one in denial
King Herod!
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