Demons & Angels

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I shall count the stars in the sky,

This heart of mine is in pain as the days goes by.

 

The bright light of the moon is veiled by my iniquity,

Uprightness is lost like the treasures in the sea,

The prickling pain is sharp and constant,

Weeping and crying with shaking hands,

Joy and happiness is the dull fairy tale which was preached.

 

Soul friend of mine,

She sends her love,

On the wings of a dove,

I wonder what she will say,

If I tell her that I cry every day,

And I have to start all over again.

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A Prayer

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In the swamp,

A secluded soul hidden behind the thorns,

There is a comfort in the relationship I share with this lonely sky,

Why God why?

I screamed, I wept after this soul crushing defeat.

 

I sing the hymns with a bleeding throat,

May death sweep me of my feet to ease the pain of the melancholy life,

Avoiding the settlement,

The angels leave me to grieve in solitude.

 

The voices in my head grew louder,

That I must bow so low before the mighty lord,

To bring solace to the troublesome soul,

Frantic shouts to the lord, to let me weep through the night,

There may be joy in the morning which may bring some light.

 

The cryptic voices from me to the lonesome nature,

Is the omnipotent, one with the heart that deviseth wicked imaginations?

Is he the one with mischief and a false idol?

Dancing the dance of the devil on the fiddlers tune?

 

All hope blown away with the wind,

Darkness looms over the deprived soul,

Evil flourishes.

The Girl I Met This Summer

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Out of site but not out of mind,
Her words are always kind,
Her kind heart is a fountain of pleasure,
Her smile spreading joy in the vicinity which is to treasure,
She is like Shakespeare’s poetic verse,
Don’t take her away oh lord I shall have you to curse.

Oh lord I follow you with all my devotion,
But the Gods also mock my bewildering emotions,
To be with her once more is the only notion,
When I wander in darkness,
She rescues me with her saintly notion.

The angels gentle smile,
The angles grace,
The angles sparkling eyes,
To lay my eyes on them is the only escape from this melancholic life cries.