Perhaps hands need not wave

When walls of heart cave

Witnessing the change

Revealing the range

Of emotions

Futile notions

Perhaps at crossroads

Longing goads

To inform

Thus reform

The souls

Walking with

bare soles

Perhaps reason is bound

To fail as matters hound

Such are our hearts

So shall we depart

Perhaps some do

Without saying 

Without hearing…

Forgiveness Divine

forgiveness divine

none sees enshrine

t’dost our hearts:residing 

in there;abiding

the benign bargain 

our souls made

like peace it cascades

over our tortured corpses

sins sinister it washes

healing lacerated lashes

filling the gory gashes

awarding golden sashes

ere long all shall be ashes

stand we shall in His court

none but our Love shall fort

our souls shall with ease resort

our deeds told we shall be escort

to a world whence is no retort

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Veneered Vestiges of Humanity

The world shatters: breaks

The belief system shakes

sense of security vanishes

Mask ugly face ravishes

Deterioration sin reeks

Perfumes we seek

to disguise

and rise

in our eyes

and hide lies

we tell from view

We do evil:As if on cue

The dark resides within

light kicked out in the din

lost we have:the path

incurred we have God’s wrath

Have we not gained

our souls are chained

It is our penance that rained

on us:Can we not reform

to evade the storm

Can we not mould

what we maimed?

Our spirits tamed

we may rise

to the skies

we so desire.

A trail through the Enchanted Forest…

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A canopy copious

with lurking monsters

captivating coursers

of the path:it offers recluse

Each tree seems sinister

yet intent on the wanderer

treading toiling tiring

amid them the din

of cities afar

seems cries of wayfarer

can echo:ajar

an eerie door lies

curious fear dies

you run towards it

a world lies on end

beckoning you inside

promising to abide

the trees smirk

insecurities shirked

You leave yourself

on the mercy of the tide

Hardened is your hide

emerging out from yonder

A lot imprinted to ponder

You are filled with wonder

A changed man you are

Cleansed of the tar:

Going through the hell

urbane ‘gain empowered.

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