"And a voice from Heaven said,'This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased'"(Matthew 3:17)

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Here's some poetry :D

Complicated
A mind holds many puzzles,
Lost as the walls grow bigger,
The ferns expand thicker. 
Where will you turn?
His tree grows as he clings to
The material objects that surround him.
In lost hope, we find plenty of reason
Put all your doubts aside, 
For there has always been a simple answer.

Love runs deep
Love runs deep,
As empathy quickens
Roots flow through the dirt.
Guilded, this disguise is no hypocrisy
Yet looking upon love,
It looks weak,
Cliché, orginal,
But within it is the light that guides,
Truth brings the loss of fantasy,
The individual is no longer of value,
For love does not distinguish
And then difference is forgiving,
And how loving is she who understands
That love runs deep
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Now, the moment has come
In every second, love gets nearer
Steps walk softly towards what is true
A large hall, quivers with fear of the past,
The chairs jump at identity
Defining what has been, with whom
Sticks to the mind like wall paper
Stretched on the outer layers of the mind,
Pretty and disguising in form
Yet walking through, with peace,
The walls fall down, the institution fades away
The holy instant erases such fantasy
And the true walls are revealed
Not withered and riddled with guilt, old vines hanging
But slated with white marble,
As a sign of peace, of true promise,

Where mans guilt slides down. 

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