animal lust
an unjust thrust
love’s trust betrayed
Fallen.
Down into the cold dark morass.
Earthborn once more.
Discarded.
From the warmth of your secret fires.
Out of grace.
Into the wilderness.
Love no longer mine to give.
Nor yours to have.
Requiem.
Into a labyrinth scene.
With shades of your face sketched in reverting dreams.
each soul in as identity
be it manifest as form or not
as long as it behaves as an ego
feeling incomplete nurtures desires
thus presupposes separation from God
which is delusion borne of ignorance
representing the human condition
spoken of as our fall from grace
redeemed by purifying heart
From grace fall A
d
a
m and E
v
e
Winter follows hard ~
upon Fall’s green(s)leaves
swamped by illusions
immersed in delusion
a strange darkness
thoughts in confusion
‘tis the magical way
living light is caged
its pride demolished
by cravings upstaged
demi-gods powerful
choosing paths unjust
on falling from grace
turn thus to dust
a mere wisp of straw
can turn the tables
love alone is real
moral of all fables
27-February-2023
Our hypnotic stupor, cause of our fall from grace
The flame flickers and our attention oscillates
The ego offers mind endless puzzles to lace
Deluded, rudderless heart then agitates
Voice of soul, as conscience, negates
When head and heart align
The ego dies for we we feed it not
As God-essence, for His love we pine
Exiting serpentine pathways of narrow thought
We thus regain freedom by non-doing self-taught
17-April-2022
wherefrom arose that feral urge
separating soul from God’s light,
now requiring that we re-merge
with source, to reclaim bliss delight
granted power of creation
in resonance with love’s embrace,
what triggered heart’s agitation,
that led thus to our fall from grace
here and now we know not the cause,
yet what we can do is align
our head with heart, narrow thoughts pause
gently under the oneness sign
27-November-2021
Rabid desires, blamed on testosterone;
vicious thoughts, in games of oneupmanship,
fuelling passions, turning heart to stone,
remorselessly tighten on soul their grip,
oblivious to tears that slowly drip.
The face in the mirror loses lustre,
resembling now, a demonic creature,
deadened to soft, subtle voice of conscience,
man of the world, in truth a predator,
forging with evil, shaky alliance.
02-May-2021
I was in all the spotlight, i had all i had dreamed of, but as every man i fell to greed, i wanted more, what is more, more is the money, more is the fame, more is the mansions and the cars, not to me to me more is the acceptance,i chased it forever,lost everything in the way,spotlight,fame, cars and money i even lost my soul i lost my honey,left it all in search for the thing that was not real human acceptance will be fraudulant its purely mortal the pain and sufference that comes with as i lay still in my death bed shredded to peices down to my core i realize i lost all that i adore
fortune is reversed
hog-tied and thrown off a bridge ~
once was riding high
Submitted for...
Senryu - Humorous, Satirical or Dark Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Date written: 01/10/2021
Fall from grace..
Twists and turns of life..
Pain and suffering points sharp daggers ..
Edges in various directions..
Had fell from grace..
Face to face with sorrow..
A tsunami of complete loss
Lost in a battle of confusion..
His eyes met mine..
A lost tsunami turned into a great treasure..
His piercing eyes are jewels..
Jewels that ignite fire within ..
We melt together as we embrace..
Our hearts intertwined..
Fall from grace..
Now had become just dust in the wind..
The two of us..
Had fell into complete graciousness..
The two of us..
Grace had touched us deeply ..
Softly..
A brush of a feather..
Grace had embodied us with love ..
Filled with pure gratitude..
Fall from Grace
By Mark Miller
03/24/2018
Betray years saving undone
For misery born Grace as
Blood leaks viscous cold
Falling through hates
Lonely endeavor
Reliving Daughter's cry
Saying missing you
Why you disappear
Where's that smiling face
Missing so much
Your giving gratitude
Wishing daily Dad
Waiting at stop interval
Worldview country fair
Pairing memory day's
Without daddy's protective
Arms reaching out
Wearing our weapons
Keeping us at odds
Behind freezing glass
Do you remember
The time we went to Library
Buying Orwell's book with
The farm animal pigs
You said but hon it's allegory
I laughed then but Dad
I'm older now no longer
Thirteen anymore
With understanding
Why letters come none
From purgatory's dungeon
Just one visit sure would help
For someday to wake up
To wrap your baby warm
Under covers comfort
So snug as a bug
I am
But a worm
Crawling in the
Damp dark earth
Or yet
A creepy bug
That can neither
Fly nor walk
Have I
Stumbled so far
To warrant
This transformation?
How have
I so lost
My way
As to lack human form?
Insidious erosion
Of things so fair
And decent
Day by day die
Discipline the heart
The mind
The soul
For survival of grace
TLR 8-3-17
From grace a sudden fall
So unexpected and unexplainable to all
It is said they followed the light
A sudden decision made that night
All out of sorts they said they were
Their state of mind just a blur
Unable to even think straight
No seeing reason it was too late
Before a change in their mind
Materials needed they had to find
Losing all their will to fight
Unable to see end of tunnel light
Having all their dreams crushed
Their feelings aside they were brushed
Goodbye was written in a final note
To blame yourselves please don't
Everything in hand for it to finally end
Smiling to them self no need to pretend
Time had now come and with all that said
They knew by morning someone would find them dead.
You come here and you hold the bottomless pit;
You've come to grips your life worthless;
Whom am I to say;
God doesn't force it on us, it's you this way;
You've chosen to fall away;
You've pick the ransom, but to your dismay;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
Now in your imagination;
You come across this perfect nation;
Filled with love, joy, peace and harmony;
Streets made of gold, God is the light;
No more night, no need for the moon or the sun;
Whom am I to say;
God inter-workings are not ours to play;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
and the beauty of it all as I survey;
This place where I'm wanting to go one day;
Such a haven;
This place must be heaven;
And you whom once have such a perfect, and beautiful face;
Fallen, fallen, fell Fall Lucifer you whom have fallen from grace;
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