JOURNEY OF AN OVERSOUL--Part One
By DoctorOversoul, 13th Jul 2011 | Follow this author
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A very profoundly sad poem of life. This is very heartfelt, yet not to be discarded--so read!
JOURNEY OF AN OVERSOUL--Part One And Two
Deep in my heart I always feel
My Life is too complex to reveal
Like the ocean deep it goes
Like the air it always flows
Trying to find the truest vision
I always fell back with different reason
None to see , None to hear my only plea,
As the day ends with lonely tea
God surely knows my life’s future face
For the moment it’s feeling ablaze
Trapped inside natures bugged roof
I am destined to toil MY LIFE aloof.
I escape the words in unseen lands.
Wild, frenzied thorns scratch my hands.
Bruised and broken, no dream to save,
Hell’s only hope; I dare not be brave.
I dare not run through hallowed ground
till my search is over and I’ve found
What my soul’s waste has left behind,
freakish nature’s truths unwind.
Gospels sung by a devilish choir.
Melodies written for no one higher
Than streets tinted gold to blind
those who salvation hope to find.
A man whose fortune upwards seeks
turns his eye downwards for pleasure seeks,
A proverb hidden to deflect the soul,
any more unpleasant truths untold?
Silent lambs on sacrificial stands,
redemption upon blood stained hands.
Corruption breeds deformed vessels
who carry on the word of heaven?
Blessed streams of purest silver,
an old man’s touch holiness delivers.
Streams can cure all hosts’ ill wells,
banish horned angels from flaming shells?
A chapel adorned with leafy vines,
obscure marble carved with ornate lines.
A fallen angel drowns in a fiery pool,
to create a dominion for demons to rule?
I must run from these torturous lands
before pious myths spill unto sands.
No place of refuge in a world between,
discovery of truth still unseen.
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