Beauty

Nostalgia

I finally close my eyes

Nostalgia for yesterday

Tears roll down my cheeks

Never again hold your hand

Never again to touch your face

 

Angels have fallen for less

And I will fall too

With a bottle pressed against my head

So I can forget

Your name on my lips

The last thing I'll say

Before I'm carried away

 

Lay me down

Beneath the ground

Among a bed of wildflowers

And a red clay halo

Surrounded by the broken

As the rain gently falls

 

These tears that I'm crying

Will fall upon your face

Gently, oh so coldly

My very last embrace

The Silent Passage

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Light and Dark

After my time has finished

And I am going home

I will wait for you

That we may be presented together

Through the silent passage

A step into Elysium

A skip past Nirvana

Through the doors of Valhalla

Pass through the havens grey

And unto the West

There you'll find me

On a white bench near a golden shore

Staring out into the world

Watching as time unravels

Unwinds before my eyes

A moment as a lifetime on earth

Limitless waves lap at my feet

And not a care to be found

Peace...

Stillness...

Just beginning to understand

Two small words:

I AM

Dreams of an Oracle

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Contentedly together

Beneath the world's grey band

As the silent stars go by

And the wind blows in my hand

 

Angels fall

Like shooting stars

The sky is scarlet

But swirls like a whirpool

It's various shades follow each other

Gently eddy into the vortex

Heavenly voices sing around me

Witnesses to a new age

The keys are now used

Gateways to the future

The horns sound together

As the past and future king

Comes unto His own

 

Wrapped in pure, silken white

But appears black

Compared to the light before me

A face as bright as the sun

And then I awake

And then I wait

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A recurring dream.

Philosophy of a Tempest

I cannot think but of rain

And water slowly falls

Tears of the world

Or necessary drops

To replenish life

Yes, pain begets hope

Just as rain begets crop

Just as death begets life

Just as life begets death

 

The thunder rolls

And too the light

Great sound from great power

Testament to the past

Witness to god-like potency

 

They say that past sins cast long shadows

Like thunder from the lightning

First we see; long after we hear

And yet too I wish to be like lightning

Although my life be short

I wish to be heard long after

For we never truly die

Until we are forgotten

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Simply unteathered thoughts during a thunderstorm. 

What Comes After

I never thought I would find myself here,

 

Balanced between eternity and the present; realizing that there is no difference in between them.

 

Death sits below me as I consider falling into its arms. At least death will embrace me.

 

At least death can look past my mask.

 

And so I jump.

 

Thousands of feet and years rush toward my limp body and then, cold and stillness; nothing more.

 

Or so I believed.

 

 

But I was wrong.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's not finished, on purpose. The idea, for now, is for it to be a conversation starter; a point of reflection. Enjoy the descent...

Past The Point of No Return

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Past the point of no return
Is the point where soul will burn.
The heart no longer has a will
The blood, the mind, they beat, then still.
Death is the point of no return
And they who pass; for life they yearn.
Those of us who battles still wage
Should continue to fight through life's next page
For if we give in, I think you'll find
We're already dead, at least in mind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Previous comment to Thunderbear. 

An Angel In Our Lives

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Everyone needs an angel in their life....

Otherwise it's hard to live

And without an angel in our life

Everything seems relative

Love is the greatest gift

Love is also a treasure

And when it's given from the heart

 

It cannot then be measured.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Prior comment to Snow. Enjoy.

Firefly

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Fly, fly firefly
your time is quickly passing by
Th storm is raging, racing, fly
One rain drop and you might die
So fly away firefly
Light the world, no need to cry
For I will see your light and I
Will remember, Firefly.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Part of a comment written to Simply.Savannah. Enjoy

I Am Of The Few

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As I sit, and I pray

I watch the sun bring a new day

I grieve for those so far lost

In their ways; high is the cost

Would it not be better, can they not see

The love Almighty God has given to me?

But the way is narrow to his place

And as I look into His face

I see the sorrow, His crying there

For His children who no longer care

I left you Lord! I spat in your face

I followed evil, my disgrace

It was not placed on me, my decision

Had set me up for Hell's derision

Then you took my place, your first born

The sun rose on my new morn

Now here am I, white and new

Living here, with your few

But I still grieve for those lost

For their decisions have such a cost

Eternal death away from you

 

Thank God that I am of your few.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another old comment, that I wrote for Envy. Now is time to publish it again.