Universe vastness stretches on
I, but a speck within a speck.
My dreams, unheard of, are gone
My soul, now a living wreck.
And lost within this cold expanse
Questions die on my lips.
And lost within a holy trance
Religious poison drugs all who sip.
Reason and heart both disillusioned
Of hopes for a better tomorrow.
And dreams are naught but intrusion
In the quiet of hopeless sorrow.
Yet there is another voice that cries
And beckons to our souls.
Visions of glory-broken, crucified
Accepting our pains and toils.
Why does not the infinite cease
This senseless game of death?
In faith-these doubts increase
Yet He shares our burning breath.
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- MY GOD
- SONRISE
- BROKEN LOVE
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- SOUL AGONY
- A PRAYER
- ANOTHER FALL
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1 comment:
These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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