They beat on Heaven's door, traveling
by the gates. The Angels stood watch.
Somehow, they cruised the world.
**** In an instant.....
And they are the good
people or bad vanished home.
Yonder in the great Blue... I see animals too.
As the clouds change form, but I seen not
kin nor friend. O' my , reckon they shifted
beyond, to drift in Deja vu. In limbo, would
they be to scare the dickens out of an
innocent somebody! Unless, the brimstone
heats their brow; they breathe the breath of fire.
For goodness sake, shall we pray. For those
who said goodbye yesterday. Although, a
hint was not given, even tho , an absentee
was noticed. I shall peek the paper.
By Jessica Hughes aka JHpoetry©2009-2010
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC
They beat on Heaven's door, traveling
by the gates. The Angels stood watch.
Somehow, they cruised the world.
**** In an instant.....
And they are the good
people or bad vanished home.
Yonder in the great Blue... I see animals too.
As the clouds change form, but I seen not
kin nor friend. O' my , reckon they shifted
beyond, to drift in Deja vu. In limbo, would
they be to scare the dickens out of an
innocent somebody! Unless, the brimstone
heats their brow; they breathe the breath of fire.
For goodness sake, shall we pray. For those
who said goodbye yesterday. Although, a
hint was not given, even tho , an absentee
was noticed. I shall peek the paper.
By Jessica Hughes aka JHpoetry©2009-2010
http://simplebutdeep.webs.com
