Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Help the Weeping Voice

I heard a cry, and oh for pain,
such to struggle.     I feature
sadness, something strangles,
suffering and sinning.     I
fall to write, to plead release, and oh Father!
     What for mercy, quasi-cursed,
sorting through
bane.     I melt a touch, to feel it cry,
an intense motion.
     Dear for Lord! a light is blinking,
a chalkboard screeching;
and more for mind,
and more a voice, urging action.
     I transgress, to bear for slipping,
a heart to follow.
     It’s ever to grace, grazing on insanity,
flipping through
fields.     Oh for abyss, a naked kiss,
a feature throbbing;
and let it fall, crawling for sinking,
to speak a name.
     We filter ghosts, to channel spirit,
to kneel for weeping.
     Oh for Lord! the deepest sanctum,
to reach a surface; and
what for death, to strip and salvage,
a touch for limbo.     I ask,
to drift through secrets, sick and sullen.
So more to Maccabees,
a prayer for purgatory, to silence suffering.
     Else for hollow, to wallow in rain,
gripping a mudslide;
for life is panic, to seize within,
a valley of lost souls; and ever
a war-call, simmered in demons,
approaching holy.     So more the
mercy, calling Christ,
for reckless and grieving.    

PS.

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