Life Drips Out (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Life Drips Out
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Wait I think I won something
I Wealth stops in mirror of shadow living in shallow pride Sing me to places lingering a time kept by shadow on floor Will we stop and believe in window left open to feel a voice crying Shill and pill left in shame of a silent chill dropping behind a burning sun Kill and will struggle to get me past sitting in a park justice is left alone praying II Climb hill to view soul of life stopping only to view The Child my salvation Want and need leave heart on a merry chase across please sought fading Every wind a message of lingering dreams always just on other side of no where Love burns like a red iron placed to brand mind in grief given up on dreams Lilly asks no place to rest as willing hands place in place of honor kept by a coffin III Healing balm leaves in cup a bitter feel of path dried up souls seen pleading Withering weed separates good from evil on a bridge of life stopping only to pause Angels sing as loud as evil thoughts invading human pores a few sad hours lost Chains left in the rattle skip mental images of pain wondering staid silenced old A golden crown slips past eye in a pint of slithering snake dying fast or faster still IV Squeak of fingers dancing on strings bless The Child and curse dawn waiting Let early moronic steel valance all left in taught sea pulling me to end path death During view of night stars lift a ghost beams drop in place predetermined by God Foundation is wanton wife as she watches his body leave home wandering lost soul All deals left in screams incomplete in throat sheets of pleasure lost to youth born V Cast in water of hope placed in vigilance left to see warmth seeking love Breath of all roses red as the dreams kept in image colored glass seen Faith in hope takes a ride in pride left in full view of heaven sought after life Streets of gold no need to hold in wish or want only bless The Child time is livid Head falls to pillow sleep comes as the shadow fills eyes hands hold me VI Wealth stops in silver mirror of black shadow living in shallow pride Sing me to a place testing a time kept by clocks shadow on a failing floor Heart and soul pause here for one last moment seeking gifts of God given Place of future a better one promised escapes comprehension now Fingers hold me in known place one more moment no escape Don't look so sad it's over

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on March 27, 2005

Walter
Such a strong inspiring poem of life and all the truth and untruths there really is.
Excellent!
Thank You
Happy Easter
Tracey

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on March 26, 2005

wow Walter
i come alive everytime
i grace your page/board
you weave tales around your finger and birth them.......
Outstanding this is........

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

wonderful presentation, walter; just lovely! well done; bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

This is one very well written piece Walter....it helt my attention all the way!!

Love Tinka