Monk
Scarlet colored skies
before the bleeding moon
can rise...
The celestials and their
shimmering stars,
Hidden by
dark thickened clouds...
Like so many lives
covered up by greed
deciept and lies...
The purest and most honest kind
have no worldly ties,
Next to their beating hearts
Streams of bleeding veins
No acts of sin shall ever
cross their minds...
For their presence lies
Upon the mountain tops
Where they meditate while
haunted by Earths
pain ridden cries...
These souls that lay
awake in silence,
Beg nor ask for
nothing more than
tranquil silence
from a tortured world.
For these men of
speechless wisdom
see beyond
what's seen by
mere human eyes.
©rebeljones777
Copyright © Charles Peschel | Year Posted 2020
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