The path

The path is green with autumn leaves falling more and more
The path was dark...but now there is this light...this light
I prayed, I have prayed and prayed...and therefor the light

He knows nothing
Of the darkness
He says he had a tough ride
But still, he knows nothing of my darkness

The abyss that was lurking
Lurking around me, trying to swallow me
But he saved me, the only one, the only that saves
Still he knows nothing, he does not understand , not the darkness nor that light that saves
How random his mind is.

Like calculating, he is reasonable. That is nice.
Though he still can not understand , not those things of the soul.
Like he has none
He lives in a carnal universe, the world of the flesh

The world of the flesh scares me.
I find no reason there, it does not make sence
Though that darkness, the one trying to swallow me, it serves the world of the flesh
Maybe that is why that world scares me

But mediocracy, mediocracy belong also to that world
Where humans forget the soul, forget to ask questions.
Who am I? where do we come from?
They serve the lord of mediocre , he is darkness in the end

I have been there.

Finding peace with the truth....

The truth about what
The truth about being alone
The truth about my choice
I dreamed of a life as a nun....
That dream might come true....just with a diffrent expression

He will never come back
That is a truth
I lost him along time ago
Why is not important

I need to proceed, with missions in life
I am awakening, awakening into myself....
Like maturing, with wisdom and spiritual path
Like I always am, just this time in a different expression

The love that was blind, but not blind like others...

She met him, she loved him
No he saw her, he fell into her spell
No, no...but deeply into her eyes
No, cause blind was loves disguise

Years passed, in his life many women embrace
his beautiful gaze.

For her, she was just lost, in cruel spells by sons
of darkness
Until her prince came, and liberated from that heartless,

 away from that empthy dark void,
where sexuality was king of all.
He showed her love, without a call.

You might say it does not ryhme
but it is that old darkness talking you in hymns
Cause it is the soul of the poem that is the meaning
itself.
Actually ryhme is just a bonus shelf

And a true story made to poetry , is more than any trending bigotry


Well , then , saved by the prince, they happily would be.
Not yet, said the devil
Cause her corpse, body and soul, he would not let go to rebel


Her love stuck by her side, many blessings they had in sight.
But demons where strong in their grip
Destroyed them almost both....
Only apart they could into life dip.


And the blindness has come back
oh, That foggy attack
She can not see, at times...
Not that true love that went soo weak...
She waits for him to show he is meak,
meak to her companionship,
Maybe he could turn into courteship,
drinking of that cup of eternal love
watched by angels praying with the white dove

Angels help them return to that love..
So alike what they experience above.
Angels say this union will make spring blossom
in heaven and earths great bussum