Poems
Lonely
Lonely am I this withered spirit whose life has been thrown into the winds. As I walk this lonely road I try to pick up all the pieces of my soul, but just when I think I've got them all a strong North Wind blows them from my hands. Then a stranger walks into my life and travels the lonely road with me picking up all the stray pieces of my soul. When the wind begins to blow I fear my soul will fly, but this stranger is stronger than I and holds the pieces tight until the wind stops it's harsh blow. I smile as the kind stranger hands me the pieces and helps me paste them back together. My soul is now complete, the lonely road not so lonely, and a new friend by my side.
What is this beast?
What action must I take to rid myself of the nightmares of my past?
What payment must I make to find myself at Heaven's door?
What glory must it be to be happy with yourself...your life.
What wonder would it be to thanked for your kindness and shown it in return?
What is love?
What is happiness?
Is it all an illusion?
Is it all a dream?
Is there anyone out there that feel this pain?
This monster this beast who has never been touched by the loving hand of God.
From Where I Stand
From where I stand I see the ocean vast in it's glory, the sun's rays shining on it's blue depths.
I feel the warm sea breeze on my face.
I taste the blood on my lips that have been baked from the hot sun.
I hear huge ships creaking on the surface and seagulls flying in the skies.
I smell salt and gunpowder as he fires the gun at my heart.
I feel hot pain and terror as the bullet tears through my skin.
I see a malignant smile upon my enemies face.
I taste crimson blood in my mouth as I try to speak.
I hear nothing but a wicked laugh as I fall to the ground.
I am Dead.
From where I stand I see the green fields and sunny skies of Heaven vast in it's glory.
I feel a welcoming warm breeze bringing life back to my face cold from death.
I taste only wonderful thing on my tounge.
I hear beautiful music playing calling... beckoning me to stay and dance.
I smell flowers and fruits of every season.
I feel God take my hand and guide me, leading me away from the horrors of the place I once called home.
Life, Love, and Death
Life is for the living
Death is for the dead
Love is for the happy
Hate is for the sad
Life ends in death
Death is for the living
Love is for the passionate
Hate is for the hurtfull
Life ends in death
Death is full of sorrow
Love is full of wonder
Hate is full of anger
Life ends in death
Death is full of questions
Love is full of confusion
Hate is full of passion
Life ends in death
Deathi is the begining
Love is the finding
Hate is the losing
Life ends in death
Death makes you sad
Love makes you mad
Hate makes you bad
Life ends in death
Death is confusing
Love is forgiving
Hate is abusing
Life ends in death
Death turns
Love stays
Hate leaves
Lise is for the living