Stamped By The Footprints
what happened to you…new castle dreamer
pounding in the sand with dreary wishes
adrift with those shoreline suicides
murdering the gloriousness of love’s purity
cursing the crusaders of time with indifference,
why did you run across the beach stones
bare footed with steel knives and liquid poison
sinking inside the sea weed reef of dead memories
swallowed up with illusions of needing more,
never placing your ideas into the seashell’s whisper
where thoughts grow with kisses by the morning light
dancing with the rainbows searching the empirical sky
announcing your soul to the moments of creations beauty
stamped by the footprints left in the warming sand?
Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley
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Wishing you happy holidays and
Peace live and light
Amber
You take me to my childhood and I fly as high as a kite.
For way back then how I loved to play in the sand and dream.
When I grew up things changed and suddenly turned to sour cream!
But when I learned from the Lord it's not all about me.
Suddenly me eyes opened wide and through Jesus I could see.
Then Angelic friends like Victoria came and took me by the hand.
She gave me gave a vision of what was written in the sand.
Thank you love!
John Michael
A study in contrasting thoughts and visions
Hate fueling the first half of my life
Oh, but I have learned of love
I have tasted the sublime nectar of its passion
I became, then
A creation of my own making
Cruel words like stones I was pelted with
I stand tall today
Better for it all
And am happier than ever have been