Deep Poetry for Thursday, February 17, 2011

The innocent thoughts kiss a life in its cheeks slide in the light side of moon plait the web of happiness from the golden laces of sunshine eat oranges from the garden of joy go to a church praying the words of innocence kissing a desire in its cheeks looking for a pure love The sinful thoughts kiss a life in its lips slide on the dark side of moon plait the necklace of happiness from the carmine beads of blood eat apples from the garden of temptation go to church praying the words of lust... Sign in to see full entry.

Glinting in the sunless light, Cold blade looks on with cruel sight. Lines of red streak my proffered hands, Helpless veins devoured by greedy bands. Bleeding and torn but with no relief, Instead tears flow as if without belief. I question myself if it is wise To sever to almost an inch of my cord of life. Then again, It was about the choice of pain, Never a choice of whether the action was wise or right, Even though I knew that it proved that I was in a bad plight. Loss of control was imminent,... Sign in to see full entry.

The first time I was introduced to truth, I had to walk around with my head down. The obviousness of it had yet to arrive, In my environment. And the mindsets of the people, Were still locked into blocking... Anything that dealt with truth. When it was spoken, Voices were raised in protest. Accusations of being negative were mentioned. People had become sensitive in the protection, Of their delusions. With a defending of their ignorance! The first time I was introduced to truth, I had to walk... Sign in to see full entry.