Unknown Departure

It was a good thing for a while
maybe it would've lasted
but it was murdered, maybe too soon

It could've survived if it wanted
but the pain was too much
so death looked much friendlier

the impending doom began in a great act
of how it wanted to show it's feelings
shot down in it's act, a fatal wound

It was a good thing for a while
maybe it would've lasted
but it was murdered, maybe too soon.


This is just a kinda random thing. not too much meaning, just some thoughts.

An old poem

Traveling Bride

A dusty road to almost nowhere,
the woman in a white dress walks,
she breathes only clean air,
the spectating crowd only talks,

Her sparkling eyes see to the end of the trail,
no one picks up her tail, so it drags,
the crowd cheers for her to fail,
to her sides enemies wave their flags,

They mock her, because she believes,
that her Groom waits at the end of the road,
and once she gets ther, gone will be her grieves,
her Groom will take off the heavy load,

In her hands are the white roses,
with red like that of her Grooms Blood,
she watches close relatives wiping their noses,
as she prays for them to receive the flood.



I wrote this over a very long period of time, almost a year. I'm not sure whether to add to it or not. But it's here for you to read and try to figure out the meanings.

Spirit Fire: Holy Spirit Fire, growing in my own

March 31, 2007

Where is my Spirit?
Why can't you see it?
How can I show you?
My Spirit is part of me too.

A flame deep within me,
the burning which holds the key
To my inner most thoughts
Shared with no one they come in lots.

Where my true genetics lie,
You can see in the depths of my eye.
Driven by purpose from above
Fitting together like hand to glove.

Set on fire at birth
Although small, very capable of dominance
I learn not to be overwhelmed but to conquer on earth
And become comfotable delivering ordinance


a poem that i felt explained my inner spirit to a certain degree.