One Day the Soul will Rise Up
to Live in True Potential of a Most Glorious Creed,
In Light, To Quest for Greater Things
One of Purpose, a Path Enlightening
Enduring Skyward Into Pantheons Beyond
Into Realms Of Bliss and Golden Psalms
where the Mind Revolts and Soars Abode
and The Higher Man Triumphs Forth
Categories:
pantheons, faith, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Dark November comes
a wind blows steadily along
hours are spent in silent rooms
watching shadows crawl
scamper across rotting floors
time is frozen nothing moves
clouds hang upon the moon
oppressively like floating gray nations
full of ice dark as November comes along
a train driven forever as echoes across
a vacant feeling behind closed eyes
a dark November is here
cold alone distant with frost
watching the ghost
seeing shadows run play crisscross
pantheons of unknown design
feeling the wind blowing steadily
drifting in rooms were an echoe dies
lost drifting alone in dark November
rains comes to pass
wind blows steadily in distance halls
hours are spent in silent rooms
watching shadows crawl
scamper across rotting floors
time is frozen nothing moves
as clouds hang upon the moon
Categories:
pantheons, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
Predacious paralogisms of parodies
Pantheans pantomiming
Their self indulgent songs....
Piping their illusions from realities
While the world crumbles about their feet
These axioms of paracymenes souls
Prophesied, from the prophets times
Copyrights....
Fulfilling their tales told
These fallacies of fathoms fantasies
Delusioned dreams, of grandeurs scenes
While portraying....
The pretties of something else?
These wisdoms, within a wayward life
Of philosophies and beliefs
That they themselves
Truly, do not even know....
Always searching, but never finding
Amissful within the crowds, the flocks
From which they call their own?
As blindly, they swashingly swagger
Parading, among the golden peacocks
These feathers....
That fill their straw laced hats
Predacious paraligisms of paradies
Pantheons pantomiming
Their self indulgent songs....
Delusioned from the realities
Amid a world, that gravely crumbles
From beneath, their darkened soul!
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Copyrights....
Categories:
pantheons, lifeself, self,
Form: I do not know?