If a man lost compassion,
He soon loses heart.
And if then no heart,
His soul ventures too.
Beyond broken fences into darkened fields,
Atop worlds in turmoil aside plans now sealed
His spirit soon leaves,
Then truth is revealed.
This man who sought riches,
And dragons did slay,
Descends into pits,
Hidden away.
Where gnashing of teeth and thirst burns unquenched,
While punishments sanctioned are squandered and spent.
His soul pleads forgiveness and screams in real fear,
As chamber doors seal firm and brass locks adhere.
The deep dust and grey soot somewhere from his past,
Flows swift streams of lost deeds, false covenants cast.
Uncovered tin schillings without worth he seeks,
His soul’s crushed salvation and body now weak,
As disarmed bleak spirits are thrown into vats,
Which siphons his present then shackles his past.
And once those great iron gates, moored heavy and strong,
Bury lost souls beneath Satan’s throne.
This pit which we spoke of, is oh yes so real,
And once life’s grand doors close,
His sins lost are sealed.
A continual read of mine.
Thank you so much Lynn for your comment on Fallen as well as As I go on my way. It’s really amazing to me how powerful a readers comment and reaction spurs creativity and incent’s one to continue writing!
I’m not sure how Dennis would address it but something that might help readers would be the writers intention, description and meaning of what he/she is writing about in their poems. Simply a writers notes regarding a particular work. When at the University I spent one entire semester attending a class that dissected T.S. Elliotts Wasteland and it was an amazing experience. The reason I say this is because many times I feel people read my works and only hear pretty words that flow and don’t really grasp the meaning of the work.
Johnny, there isn’t a whole lot more I can say about your poems other than you are brilliant, talented and gifted poet/writer. Each pome you write has its own distinct character (a John Denver term) that paints crystal clear images that are bursting with color. Thank you, Johnny! By the way, have you read anything by that Larry Tyler fellow? Some say he is a pretty good writer. Perhaps one day you should try to meet him. LOL!
Johnny dark clouds roam the night sky and the gate stands open. Powerful my friend. A time for gathering!!!!