Way of the Blessed
A trial of like and hate
Way from my home
Away from the stress

We fall like leaves and hold tightly to our roots
Bearing nothing but our souls and fermented fruits

I get drunk from fear of losing my faith
If you show me the way east I'll give you a taste

The hunger inside overwhelms my calm
Bitter frustration takes place where on played psalms

Kiss my thoughts with your wine soaked lips
I'll play any game you create
Not liking but loving the harsh treatment I've suffered
If in the end I get to lay by your lake.
I still have hopes that mystery awaits.
That dream may someday become my fate.

Empty red room filled with endless yearning.
I’m an early riser eager for more learning.

Her space is crowded not sure where I fit in.
I’ve lost pleading my case to break her top ten.

One sullied heart looking for one composting soul.
In need of enrichment before time takes its toll.

Some coast through life exploiting good fortune.
They’ve gained glory never gifting back or acknowledging praise is due.
They could make an enormous change by giving up a mere portion.
Rain pours on all eventually, one day it WILL get you too.

He’s filling her mind with dour tales and cup with bitter ales.
No bestseller could be more gripping or intoxicating.
She’s willingly blind, lost at sea, no wind left in her sails.
I keep a candle lit for her return enthusiastic waiting.

A good person is a goldmine with immeasurable potential wealth.
An authentic good man is rarer than seeing Nessie.
The commonality between them lays in the ability to be stealth.
One gets away clean and unseen while the other oft leaves the scene messy.

These lines are truly exquisite.

"We fall like leaves and hold tightly to our roots
Bearing nothing but our souls and fermented fruits"

Close your Eyes,,,,, Listen.....

The wind is speaking

I agree with Pam
These lines are truly exquisite.

"We fall like leaves and hold tightly to our roots
Bearing nothing but our souls and fermented fruits"