The walls steadily started shutting
Being weak as a rose's petals, our mind
Sudden appearance out of obscurity
Conceded our ability to detect them well
Their tones were previously audible
Fading into transparent background
There was a soothing haze in the corridor
The endwise natural progress forward
Close by siren wailing for our thinking
Putting your fingers toward our ears
It then poised the knife to slash it down
Just before, the last curtain had fallen
Written: November 22, 2022
Categories:
endwise, analogy, meaningful, memory,
Form: Free verse
Is it hearty to eager gaze at him with fond hope?
As the latter view with life borne, in gradual slope.
A high-flying plane to God's never-ending city.
But picking dreadful death isn't offered entirely.
Endwise, I'll once again aim to relish a joyful life.
A cheerful get-together for all who have left strife.
No also poignant anguish, torment, or intricacy.
Since I merely bear all lack, will not require any.
In eternal Heaven, God will reward and soothe me.
As we promptly proceed on a never-ending journey.
With ample time, we'll be heeded as utterly were.
To sustain in perpetuity with my brood there.
As I anxiously exit from this premonition planet,
At the point when I enter Heaven's greatness exquisite.
Nudging me will reliably provide no justifiable excuse.
In regards to this loathsome and impure recluse.
Written: November 21, 2021
Categories:
endwise, analogy, beauty, destiny, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Sacrifice is twice blessed with the nicely dressed, the linens, and the chests of wisdom
and uncommon sense. The mice of men blend endwise and splice evil with the
beatitudes. Christ wouldn't prize the priceless knights for deeds undone. In
fundamental rights, the can-dos and can-nots rot with the ambidextrous wings of
pompous lots. I see the needs and the needy giants swing freely for truth. I see the
wants and seeds of nightly seas that drown pleas for rapture. In saturated hearts and
beats the monks and weak speak of the almighty holler but pray for water and the right
to drink. I think.
Categories:
endwise, introspection, philosophy, religion
Form: Free verse