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H A Vitatoe May 2019
I use to wonder
how we came
to be
Sitting there
beneath
a willow tree

When I was young
I learned of Jesus
When we die
If we're good
there would be
Endless days
within the sky

Not understanding
who God was
Would he come
as almighty
or be a human
That
of love

Within
the darkened eyes
Spoke
the biggest
lies

Now knowing
who I am
Of human
where I stand
As God
shines through us
We are
within
his blood

Through each
strand
of DNA
Shows us
that we are
the divine
his Holy Grace
H A Vitatoe Apr 2019
Where have all the stars gone
Have you hid them from me
Are they banished
from home

Have they left
unrest
To earth from sky
Is god  singing to them
his lullaby

Have they been tucked  away
to keep them  from harm
Has the moon  blocked them
concealing
their charm

Are they among  the horizon
or down at the bay
Are they in the country
just wishing
away

Will they even
come back
ever
to stay

Where have all  the stars gone
will they come back to me
more brightly
more strong
H A Vitatoe Mar 2019
I often think
of tomorrows yesterday.
Something that may never come.
I think of what it may hold,
when today, is finally done-

Tomorrow
is a reminder
A new day
That
of hope

And yesterday
reminds us
of the seconds
we then cope

But today
The here and now
Reminiscing
through the  minutes
Pass each stroke
H A Vitatoe Mar 2019
They say that we exist,
only because
of the big bang.

A small spark,
that created all.

That little spark,
how massive
it really was.

Before that,
There was nothing,
I suppose,
at all,
but darkness.

So,
if the big bang created life
Then,
when we die,
Is that another big bang

The light we see
at the end.
Through a tunnel.
Which we descend.

Creating yet,
another world.
for you and me.

Another place,
that is yet,
to the living,
that is unseen.
H A Vitatoe Mar 2019
Anything, I have written at all.
May never be seen
Will never, be shown.

My words, will go un-spoken,
from generations that are,
unknown.

But my existence, will be, recorded,
through paintings, on
cave walls.
H A Vitatoe Mar 2019
I am neither
Left nor right.
Which way to turn
in the dar-kest
night?
Do I choose
from the point
of sight?
Can I see
from a hint
of light?
The side to choose
when we all
must fight?
Will it be
left or right?

I was neither
left nor right.
The way I'd turn
in the dar-kest
night
He'd guide me
with, a hint
of light.
What side to choose
when I must fight.
Will then be
what is right.
  May 2018 H A Vitatoe
Traveler
And what about the lairs
Who whisper in our ears
Shadows in the corridors
Envy in their stare's
Evil eyes awatching
Wishing wicked things
I can feel them
Crawling across
The dirt of all our
Graves




An exercise in creativity....
Traveler Tim
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