Look both ways before crossing the streets to heaven
Weep you know of the cold wind and the wild that grows Wasted Sundays in church all alone Want of heaven too early on in life Martyr well seen in pearly gates Hells place already claimed
Graves sing in the night Angel of mercy caught in the fight
Last of the knights from long ago pure of spirit and soul Lady waits for his heart
Served on a platter with his head Silver a trivial pursuit of life lived against law Want of better left in a field truth is the gift not sealed Wax from a candle melts to the form all the words come out wrong
Desire flees Walk with ghosts in the forest of trees Dark is the vision seen From all of life death is weaned
Weep you know of the cold wind and the wild that grows Wasted Sundays in church all alone Want of heaven too early on in life Martyr well seen in pearly gates Hells place already claimed
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Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on May 20, 2005
Your insightful is very powerful in the words that you use. Enjoyed the form as well.
Our culture has taught us to believe in many ideas which aren't actually real. Exposing these illusions allows us to recover the power to live our lives according to our deepest desires.
Because we have an opportunity to choose our attitude and focus our intentions in the present moment, the world and our own personal lives are a reflection of our thoughts. It is our 360 degree review on how we think. Put simply, our job is to fully
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Thanks for sharing your creative mind my friend!!
Love Tinka
Elizabeth