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Discussion in 'Spiritual Poems' started by papasan22, Jul 1, 2007.

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    Empty boyhood's piercing treasure,
    Gaping wound flows without measure.

    Fatherless well so dank and musty,
    Mother's apron stained and dusty.

    Flying on to spiritual glory,
    buried below a shameful story.

    Puzzles locked in many rooms,
    descend in fear to ancient tombs.

    Gold plated terror, worn by time,
    Glossed by light to hide the crime.

    Oceans of tears to deep to sail,
    become the gull to no avail.

    Enlightenment seeks to be the goal,
    oozes through the gaping hole.

    Empty life lay in the ashes,
    no eyes to peer through sequin sashes.

    Blinded by God's who've lost their throne,
    society's men are mindless drones.

    The blood dance done, the scepter broken,
    whispers heard, where lies are spoken.

    Who then will ascend to highest tower,
    claim the throne and sword of power?

    Who then will feel the joy this brings,
    no throne, no sword, and no more kings.

    Written by Mark Roske
    Copyright 2007

    Posted By papasan22 | Jul 1, 2007

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