Posted in Poetry

A CONVERSATION.

Would like to make a conversation

About our lives and nature with its function

All this spinning and cycles bring frustration

Yet everything happens for a reason.

 

A little advice from you is all I ask

For my life is like a ship in a raging sea

Will I see the sun set in the horizon?

Or I have already completed my mission?

 

What kind of a person keeps such an organization

Entangled it seems, to this life with a strong emotion

That clouds my capacity to even make a single decision

Yet am I, as highly expected, to fulfill my vision?

 

What I thought, I felt, I believed

Do I deserve more from you than integrity?

For all I hold dear in my hand strongly departed

Now they blur to visions that are long forgotten.

 

Do not speak thy kind words dear sir, I beg you

For thy words only bring more confusion to mind

Unheard is my heart’s desire for rationality

That thy mouth is full of deceit?

Posted in Poetry

CONFESSION

The truest and deepest love that I ever felt

Felt I at its kindled core

Did through each vein, in quickened start,

The tide of being so pour.

 

His coming is my hope each day

His parting will be anguish pain;

The reconciliation that did His steps delay

That causes a groaning in each vein.

 

I dream it would be a nameless bliss,

As I loved, Mrs. Jesus, to be;

And to this cause do I onward press,

As blind and foolish to this world I seem.

 

But wide as pathless is the space above,

That lay a bridge in the between;

And dangerous as the foamy race

Of surges ocean green.

 

Haunted as a robbers path

Through a wilderness of wood;

For might and right, for woe and wrath

Between our spirits stood.