I’m a victim of this life.
cursed by God, a poisoned mind
perhaps if I lacked the sight,
at peace I’d be, for beauty blinds.
I, a violent child.
Waterfalls, song, paintings and poem.
Mountains, thunder, this world and beyond it.
Heaven and hell, angels that fell
I stand among them, seeking their hell
for I am now cursed, cursed to be breathing,
so I make sure, I burn as I’m fleeting.
I, so, very tired
have lost all control.
I write what I feel, not what I hope.
For I am now stranded, on one lonely boat,
the storm it is rising, let’s hope I can float.
I, in search for divine
drink their poison, sweet as wine.
For the waves they calm through time.
Like a drop of rain would take a dive
in shallow ponds and thinks it’s climbed,
the sky to sink in oceans,
we grew to feast in lies
and now so pretty, red roses
ignorance is wise.
Categories:
fideles, depression, life, loneliness, lonely,
Form: Prose
pleiades
Adeste Fideles!
Angels visit the earth
Announcing joyful news -
Arrival of the Child.
As shepherds leave their flock
Anticipation mounts.
Awestruck, the faithful come.
written December 25, 2016
for Andrea's 2nd Pleiades contest
(Adeste Fideles) reads as five on
the syllable counter here but only four on
how many syllables.com
However, we sing it with six syllable in Latin.
Categories:
fideles, christmas, joy, peace,
Form: Verse