Moving roadblock below the speed posted,
Death, hurt, and evil blaring on every FM station,
Daily planner shifting underneath, nearly toasted,
Gray skies, dark earth, frame mid morning's creation.
Now minutes late for an important meeting,
Neither bumper losing, or gaining ground,
Cell phone abuzz with opportunities fleeting,
Heart hastens, numbed head starting to pound.
Last chance for alternate route passes,
Glimpses of freedom, between, offers hope,
A ray of sunshine through dirty glasses?
Eyes become fixed for this stranded myope.
Attention is drawn to that which is not,
Gleaming letters below Penske in gold,
Swiped clean in a deliberate thought,
"God is Good" shines for all to behold.
If confused, look again at the snapshot.
Hidden within, are God's words foretold
10/05/2017
Categories:
myope, appreciation, god, hurt, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
From the force beyond continuum it lights up the sky
The birds representing type of angels towards it will fly
Ships of under fabric from abyss it will pass by
On the lone island of thought it will lie
The lighthouse is the beacon of hope
And every soul is in its scope
It is from its seed that the very expanse will elope
To form perfect form whose vision is anything but myope
The spirit has no reference point to anything at all
And it is that very nature that will bring majesty of expanse to glory of the soul
That is something to cherish and to extol
Like a lighthouse in the center of oceanic abyss around which cascading waves will roll
Categories:
myope, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
An opened valve of tears
lusting a smoldering lament,
vocals vanish from the ears,
fermenting an anger of consent.
With powerless loss of reason,
the self inflicted curse of hope,
a vile taste of treason,
dreams shattered in myope.
Striding through a darkened tunnel
the light flickers less bright.
Squashed down through on life's funnel,
disappearing out of sight,
caught out by the blistering pace of romantic plight!
Categories:
myope, loss, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme