THE DAY IS NOT DONE

The day is not done, you loose sight of what life has become. Time spent on innocuous deeds, are indifferent to your particular needs. What are the hopes of a chosen few, above the many who never knew. Then in who should we task? those who choose who will come last. Let’s start to nightContinueContinue reading “THE DAY IS NOT DONE”

Uncertainty

This day of mourning subdued by swirling images of despair. Cascading visions casting shadows of thing that were never there. This father lost in a murky shroud descending is life’s cost as he cries out loud. Silent death! the shattering of his reality he can hear it’s echo in the den of inequity. The falseContinueContinue reading “Uncertainty”

THE ATONEMENT

Those dark clouds casting shadows on a woeful weary hearts. The cries of our children lay dormant curing the dark. The ice sickles in the penetrating currents that we flee. The oceans tides rising beneath us the casualties! must it be. Now speak of your sorrows then fear thy pending dread. The leeching ground watersContinueContinue reading “THE ATONEMENT”

THE LITURGY

The boldness in this story, I’m at peace a glory told by some so say the priest. It’s origins you’ll behold before it unfolds it’s French 16th century or Latin I’m told. Christians through out the land praise thy father this holly man. These celebrations we will enter the lord our Christ is at it’sContinueContinue reading “THE LITURGY”

BROKEN FAITH

Stumbling along on my internal path Why can’t I see! How long will it last? A story through time now that has past Scornful my deeds now that I’m tasked. Lost meanings in my wasteful dreams Provocative torments my rotting seams. Twisting my faith in this higher power Preposterous claims dying by the hour. LoathsomeContinueContinue reading “BROKEN FAITH”

OUR FATHER BE THY HEAVEN (rewrite)

  It be a bitter thought tangled among twisted weeds. The mocking of spiritual wants confessions are not of our needs. Objective these dismissive hearts ceremoniously shall they bleed. The ending of paranoid haunts profound are their repugnant deeds. Vibrant are these insightful visions enlighten ecclesiastic kind of reasons. Churning oh white water seas nowContinueContinue reading “OUR FATHER BE THY HEAVEN (rewrite)”