Ashes
I may look and sound broken,
But my soul rises from ashes in secret she kept,
It was the innocent touch and colorful smile underneath a veil, of many layers of injured resentful heart,
Hostage held a moment so dear,
Yesterdays gaily exchange has become the bitter haunt...praises the secret so much regard.
Today...tomorrow awakens a cloud of dust whips the winds with no destination,
Disoriented in the search, vagabond in cosmic riddles,
Deceitful as color blind,
The heart contends outreach,
Journeys...journeys the forgotten
I may look and sound broken,
But my soul rises from ashes in secret she kept,
It was the innocent touch and colorful smile underneath a veil, of many layers of injured resentful heart,
Hostage held a moment so dear,
Yesterdays gaily exchange has become the bitter haunt...praises the secret so much regard.
Today...tomorrow awakens a cloud of dust whips the winds with no destination,
Disoriented in the search, vagabond in cosmic riddles,
Deceitful as color blind,
The heart contends outreach,
Journeys...journeys the forgotten
Published on
3/9/18 8:26 PM
* I'm not going to do any revisions or touch this note...other then saying this. "there are many sad things in life, and it's gets more chaotic when pride takes hold and does not want to release". As a servant of Almighty God (YHWH) I'm no bodies savior...and wish I was through the many writings and pouring out my soul to the masses. At times I wish you never new (me) not, and at times there was no way out. That is the unflinching love of a perfecta's love joy.
(c) right
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