Death is not the end of life any more than mortality is of the soul.
My love, our joy has been marred by the unevenness of the scarred
surface on which we tread, this world of inhuman decadence.
And why not, was it not a vow to test our love on the finite level?
And throughout the test are you reeling from the scourge again, a
sensitive and fragile soul I have known you to be from the start.
Nor does it help your weeping for humanity falling on deaf ears.
Worry not, love of my heart, for soon I will severe the anchor that
has kept us stuck here, so we can move freely on, for our life and
love cannot be held within bounds.
And eternity will soon await us after this dreadful living another
life anew, which we had done countless of time, in order to reflect
from our curiosity: “How about we take flesh again and live below?”
“Darling, how much more time would you ever need to debunk the
grand deception foisted upon humanity if they have ears to hear,
but did not want to listen?”
At least our love stood true and passed the test of several lifetimes!
As seen from above, the prairie is but a tiny patch of land where the house is just a dot among other dots. It is actually a trailer which is home - a home - to two selfless individuals with whom I have common ancestry, if not blood ties.
This poetry describes how i fight the queen of love, and she snatches all my hatred and throws it away, leaving me with a mere lovely heart..
A child's prayer is stolen upon crashing against an aging tree. Woes be still hear shivering heart while she takes her plight.
Interesting wording and at interesting times. Many persons are choosing to check out of life to avoid the hardships that are prevailing. Also they are taking their lived ones with them.reply 0