A poem that was intense to write. I am pleased with the result:)
afraid of facing his
own image in the mirror,
a silent qoute,
from the Holy Bible:
[Qouting A Psalm of David]
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in
the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
In hope of forgiveness,
to be purified,
trying to rid his bad deeds,
trying to undo what is done,
turning around and shouting to the image:
Thou spirit shalt not take me,
Thy unholy means I shall perish,
Free me of thou dirt,
Disappear Oh darkened past,
Appear faithful future,
Lend me thy strenght,
My beliefs will not crack,
I admit to my deeds,
Forgive me and purify my soul,
Thou apostel I then will become,
To serve and honour is my belief,
Listen to my words,
Free me,
His word broke the mirror,
his mirrored soul disappeared,
a voice came from above,
come my apostel,
you have been cleansed..
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2005-11-24 at 22:24
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Facing your own image in all your courage
Faced towards the wall,afraid of facing his
own image in the mirror,
a silent qoute,
from the Holy Bible:
[Qouting A Psalm of David]
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in
the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
In hope of forgiveness,
to be purified,
trying to rid his bad deeds,
trying to undo what is done,
turning around and shouting to the image:
Thou spirit shalt not take me,
Thy unholy means I shall perish,
Free me of thou dirt,
Disappear Oh darkened past,
Appear faithful future,
Lend me thy strenght,
My beliefs will not crack,
I admit to my deeds,
Forgive me and purify my soul,
Thou apostel I then will become,
To serve and honour is my belief,
Listen to my words,
Free me,
His word broke the mirror,
his mirrored soul disappeared,
a voice came from above,
come my apostel,
you have been cleansed..
Poetry by Alexander
Read 593 times
Written on 2005-11-24 at 22:24
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