Unusual nightmares
contemplating encounters
by mesmerizing a valiant splendor.
Entire night belittled,
strings deeply moved in
a paradox of silence.
Perhaps this is my church
thoughts unraveling, as we speak
preparing for a long journey,
simply on mission of innocence
In the middle of a
perfect dream, my body
leaps and bounds
underneath a red horizon.
Our life is in peril,
as the enemy come knocking
for his throne.
Reality strikes midnight
overwhelmingly disturb,
I panic...
On a distance my life
struggles appear in front of an
audience reluctant
to tell the truth.
Blind justice
stand your ground
facing an undeniable guilt
I surrender...
By Rony Joseph
RONY JOSEPH All rights reserved 2008
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Comments: 5
a paradox of silence.
Perhaps this is my church
Amen ~ and thank you for this poetic piece Rony.
Blessings ~
Rene