Thy honey's taste turned sweet to sour,
  though continuing to stick
Ne'er would a starving old black bear
  indulge itself one lick.

Men have scoured the earth
In search of lesser women than you.
Wars and famine,
In veneration,
Have been stricken in pursuit
Of the likes of half your substance.

Lain waste, the kingdoms of men,
And religion alike
In the name of madonnas
A mere fraction of your awe.

Tearing hell through this earth,
Here you stand before me:
Never prostrate, but exhilerant!
Sparks flowing from your hairtips:
A woman scorned!

All for the adoration of a poet:
The subject of your wrath
For his perception.

Gracefully gliding      through the highs and lows,
a bird of prey feels     for the warm currents.

I found a new muse,
he turned all the blues
into rose-colored hues

The only world
Where the white works for the devil itself.
Colours create one another,
And the painful shade is born.
Darkness surrounds them both,
Cold guardian of the two.

And so it began . . .

Haunting memories of red drift aloft,
Fears rise and vow to protect.
To protect this poison from my eyes,
For letting it in is a dreadful sin . . .

Never trust that vivid shade,
Never should your heart give way.
The rose feeds on it to bloom,
A beast would form inside you too.

Thoughts run, tornadoes spin
Vows break, and a sin is a sin
Crimson spirits invite the tip of your soul,
Feelings combine in a shaking dream:
Forbidden questions shower in clouds,
Confusion takes a thousand paths.
Regrets fly in flocks above,
Radiant pain spreads far and wide.

Only now it is all too late,
The petals have already long given way.
The dark puff of smoke awakens inside,
And once born, cannot be destroyed . . .

And with that, the eye that was once purple. . . turned *red

God’s compassion is directed outwardly,
while self-pity is an ugly form of idolatry.
Abject misery will be guaranteed, when…
you’re centered on the selfish ego of “me”!

If you’re focused on your own misfortunes,
then you’re going to miss out on blessings;
concepts of personal happiness are fleeting;
therefore, realize what makes hearts sing

with an everlasting, unadulterated joy!
Ministering to others creates opportunities
for spiritual harvests in the lives of others,
but it requires a humbled spirit to see

the hand of God at work within His Kingdom.
Unresolved issues -anger, offense, and strife-
open empty doors to major disappointments
and insure the consequence of an unhappy life.

Being too tired and not resting enough ensures
that you’ll observe your daily lack of abundance;  
enjoy quiet time for prayer and self-reflection,
to gain proper eyesight for your circumstance!
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Gal 5:13-26

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.