Sober moment
Seems to be too dense
As this silence cuts through ones soul
Heart thrown to the side with no defense
Awful moment set in time
Horrendous Hell
Self put behind cold steel
Warm memories no longer real
Hideous human seems unrelenting in ones face
Judgment will someday lay them into place
Contract of love?
Seems to be what holds one to this hindrance
Dead-end abstract face to look upon the beholder
Paper handcuffs rip away the wrists to bleed
Till Angels come to set one free
Silent soul
Does hold tight to thoughts of God
Ending this tormented reign over a life
Deaths Angels couldn’t present themselves more deadly
As heavens light sends the accuser into Hells fire
Theresa,
This hits home with me! I can relate to this stanza especially...
"Contract of love?
Seems to be what holds one to this hindrance
Dead-end abstract face to look upon the beholder
Paper handcuffs rip away the wrists to bleed
Till Angels come to set one free"
Angels come in many shapes and forms, right now...mine is my lawyer. <winksandsmiles> The pic. is beautiful, and the poem very strong!
Hugs,
Maria
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Reviewed on May 8, 2003
Hi {{{Sis}}}}
another beautiful masterpice here!! I realy miss you here!!
Love, Jo
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Reviewed on May 8, 2003
Theresa, you do good work no matter which venue you choose. Bravo.
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This hits home with me! I can relate to this stanza especially...
"Contract of love?
Seems to be what holds one to this hindrance
Dead-end abstract face to look upon the beholder
Paper handcuffs rip away the wrists to bleed
Till Angels come to set one free"
Angels come in many shapes and forms, right now...mine is my lawyer. <winksandsmiles> The pic. is beautiful, and the poem very strong!
Hugs,
Maria
another beautiful masterpice here!! I realy miss you here!!
Love, Jo
awesome pic by you....