Love--the only antidote to death resides,
in every precious corner of our minds;
But angry words dismissive of spirits' gain;
reflect all doubts in dismal hearts' refrain.

Conflicted thoughts arise in worldly manner,
and tread on souls among rebellious rancor;
Illusions grow as visions state their case,
to render prayer upon the human race.

In silent searches' previous rewards,
the world declares the cutting of the cords;
Defending eager songs of life's perfection,
while smiling through a massive resurrection.

As candles flicker in the solemn night,
hearts beat in tune of winged angels' flight;
Awakened now from righteous indignation,
soon purified in love's honored confirmation.

Until recognizing notions of the Divine,
we're set upon a path of wasted time;
While charity sits at highest recognition,
humility invites the voices of contrition.

Checking all the doors before I sleep,
locked up in a cage of apprehension;
The clock soon chimes at midnight's hour,
with only sounds of hostility and dissension.

In my mind I struggle with the truth,
which eludes me in a breathless manner,
The souls of hell surround my weary stance,
and awaken nerves releasing raucous banter.

How did I wind up here in mass rejection,
instead of wandering toward the holy grail ?
And believing I was wise beyond my years,
such arrogance had prompted me to fail.

With age and life's experiences we can learn,
that hopeless situations won't be endless;
And pressing onward toward enlightened paths,
our Wills absorb the fears of wanton pretense.

Engulfed within the swirling black of night,
I searched for answers to my horrid plight;
The hours seemed too long to be erased,
and minutes flew like shadows in the chase.

To rectify the madness of my torment,
I prayed to God to hear my soul's lament;
And turn it into something real and true,
that I would understand in common view.

I wondered if the haunting wraiths began,
to catch my heart alone in lurid plan;
And when the smoke enveloped me in waves,
the loneliness seemed like an earthly grave.

While questioning if Heaven could arouse,
a complex mission toward my holy vows;
I looked and saw a light which rose above,
and felt the angels shower me with love.

While feeling so engulfed in spirits' essence,
no longer fearing evil's woeful presence;
With deep gratitude I cried into the night,
till dawn arrived in sweet and soft sunlight.

Recalling how the world evolved,
in strains of aging melodies;
Resigned once more to waters' edge,
aligned with ancient harmonies.

In books are answers fully formed,
but life never seems the same;
As what's described in honored texts,
with words that shelter shame.

I suppose we tried our very best,
to make right the awful wrongs;
And reach beyond the sinful ways,
while meandering through the fog.

And forcing us to readily accept,
our lack of conscience in the past;
Change will revive the newest plan,
when common ground arrives at last.

And with such change the music thrives,
through frothy ocean waves;
Inspiring love from spirits' sounds,
reflecting all that we have saved.

Meandering minds recall their place,
with fraught emotions tangled;
Appearing in a shadowy world,
where words are torn and mangled.

In recesses of profound desire,
when fiery images lose their way;
Through many doors they've wandered,
yet their souls are tossed and frayed.

Again and again this fire deploys,
a fiercely bound intention;
To rise among the smoke and ash,
lifting hope for mass redemption.

So many doors from which to choose,
for the fractured shells of every man;
Laying undisturbed to diffuse the flames,
in the wild and wind-swept rain.

The shrillest cry of wound's refrain,
reverberates in haunting pain;
Without a lifeline to sustain,
the truth renounced within its reign.

Whenever puzzles go unsolved,
their secrecy of words absolved;
And honest measures are dissolved,
by eager minds' deceptive cause.

Yet returning to the power source,
where positive energy shows its force;
Through images that stay on course,
uplifting spirits from guilt's remorse.

Finally the truth has found its place,
by raising consciousness of grace;
While no one's soul becomes displaced,
each mindful error has been erased.

At rest, the motions seem sublime,
as we prepare our circular climb;
The winding 'round of colors' whims,
beneath the rock's exotic gems.

As the tale entrusted to our elders,
life's epic journey starts to smolder;
The planet's rage urges from its core,
and soon our days will be no more.

So moving quickly to escape our fate,
from the destiny of trials and hate;
Now gathering missives from the sun,
no longer fooled by anyone.

We face the climb just as we must,
before our hearts turn into dust;
and cheering on are clouds of rain,
Which spill onto our wounds with pain.

But then we see the course return,
exempting souls from hurt and scorn;
While climbing high yet much too far,
we've failed to capture heaven's star.