Reckoning
Born of the fires of the blackest pits of hell
angels for a new world rise
wings of the blackest feathers
iron wrought from the ovens of Hades
modern masochistic cherubs
ready to make our dreams come true.
Eyes bleeding the blackest onyx
tar teardrops born of joy
as poison tipped arrows pierce our hearts
their fierce teeth chomp
hungry for lost innocence
Scripture points the finger
as our savior condemns
judged as one
broken promises litter the pathway
as the pearly gates corrupt
They travel now among us
Our hearts content to tend to our needs
convinced there is no saving
souls less worthy than our own
We do not make the world
Their laughter often silent
a back track to lullabies
alas, like our hearts
we closed our ears to truth
so very long ago.
Save me now
the hurt has become far too much for me to bear
This heart so heavy
This mind confused
I played by the rules
prayed by the fools
believed every promise
Looked above for God
Looked below for devils
Oblivious to the war that wages
within.
Comments
ready to make our dreams come true...oy, lots of grit in your words today...i agree with your summation, it is only in our coming together that we will see our way through this world...and in the bleakest of moments, this is when that can happen
And yes that is the only way...
We'd rather fall one by one by one
than stand tall, together.
And great song as well on cue
Hopefully all will come as one
But doesn't seem that way under any sun
On behalf of humanity,
love, Mosk
prayed by the fools". Love it!
Yes, we are creating our own hell, right here, right now.
*Sighs...powerful in its truth Tash
Pamela
wishing you even a little peace and joy this holiday season, Natasha!
♥
this is a powerful message/poem. And I am with you...we can continue to try to make it on our own, or we can rethink this whole idea.
I no longer want to do it alone. There are good souls out there we need to touch and embrace.
As for faith? or religion? It continues to scare us into servitude....at least the religions down here in the South USA. LOL!
There has to be a better way. Take this WINTER to recharge your batteries in the silence and peace of the season....say in January when all the tinsel is gone. Commune with the trees and the squirrels.
This season is a reason for improved sanity..once we get past the 'holidays'.
Lady Nyo
One love, Love.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/12/17/moses-like/
I played by the rules prayed by the fools believed every promise
Looked above for God Looked below for devils
Oblivious to the war that wages
within.