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Indescisive

Here I am in the middle of the night alone
before millions of stars. I look at them and
wonder what is my call of life. I look down to see the
abysmal blackness of trees and stare to all that look into my soul.

There are two roads ahead of me I must chose. I am confused for i don't know which one to chose Lord I plead you help me and do not forsake me , Please Father ! I turn my head to the left.

I look at the painful moon alone and bleeding , sad , sorrowful stars as they shoot across the sky downwards
to watch us be killed by ourselves. A wise man says
"In peace sons bury their fathers, In war Fathers bury their sons"
Is it true? Is he so wise to say this? Why is it that our essence, our nature, our inner core is full of hatred towards each other and find pleasure and bliss upon another's death. I feel death, I feel numb, I see darkness and feel a guilt that is my reward of my deadly desires. The Devil, marvelous and handsome, approaches me "Do you like to be filled with all the Lust and entertainment of the world and To be dictator of all evil and be filled with pure wickedness? You will adore yourself and .... me. Look at yourself you are nothing but with me you will be invincible!"He says "come to me and I promise you riches and pleasures of the world but of course it is your decision."
"What?" I say He leaves with a demonic laughter "That is all I have to say." He goes down the road

This is one road, The Door to darkness a pleasure i am tempted to choose but , I must look in the other.
Oh! How frustrating it is! Is this the path I choose?

As I turn Right I see the Delighted sun a white Dove of Christ
I feel peace, The burdens that I carried were in the form of a cross
That was carried away by my saviour Jesus Christ The King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
I smile and Feel Light headed as if my soul was being carried in his gentle hands. I spin with my head up high
and my arms stretched out and dance of joy and happiness. I feel the innocence of a child and the joy to be in the light. I begin to cry "What is wrong?" The Lord asks me. "Father, My King I have sinned. You don't want me I am filled with filth and i am nothing but another piece of trash and dirt" I sob feeling ashamed. The lord approaches me he wipes the tears off my face with his majestic hand and speaks " I am creator of all, the core of life, of joy , and of happiness with me you will find salvation." I look up and hug him "But it is your decision but remember this," He look straight in my eyes "i will love you always my son." With that he vanished.

This road is filled with faith , hope , and salvation I know that with this road i will face
many trials but i will receive my reward in heaven. Is this the path I Choose?

hy...

Those who describe
In their poems
Their faith,
Are more alive
Than than those poets
Who,in the past,they left..
They left,some of them,
Seeking the death
To take it away..
To bring life..
Life to those lead in astray..
And they swept..
They swept from the deep
The thoughts of others,who seek
To establish ballance..but,why?
Why some of us,die?
Why some of us,live?
And answers trying to bring
Into the light
Some go to Church,and take that ring..
The ring of life..
And,in their sight...
In their sight,there's truth,again,
Alive..
Where is that devil born in shame
That spoke so many words,in vain?
Who's blame?
The devils's say
To those lead in astray..
And they believe..
Too bad..
So sad..
Because,they live in lie..
That's why..
That's why,some live..
Some others,die..
Because of the sins..
Quality's path
Found by one,
Place for the start..
Virtue's path,
Followed by another
Leads to a point ..
A point in which others,
Meditate..and wonder..
Wonders why..
Why in that world,that sky
Yesterday was clear and blue,
Today is cloudy;but still the same blue..
So much TRUTH
Has the Word of our Lord..
So much LIFE..
TRUTH's alike a sword..
For those who live in Lie...
But,hey,some of us,
Stil believe!!!
And they say it,fast:
I believe in God!
Here's the faith!
When those who believe
Say to the demons,fast
In whom they believe
As they believe in God,
The demons are gone,lost..
Lost into their ethernal darkness..
Where is that place for sadness..
Where leads the Quality's path,now?
Where leads the Virtue's principles,now?
Those who seek for Harmony between,
Are those who live..
And from their heart,
Arise the steam..
Flying away,on the wings of wind,
They sing:
We live!

H2S04

Thank You

no,i am that one who has to thank you,cos ur poem was source of inspiration,for my poem..so,u would be kindly if u will make another one?
as u see,i have to use a root,to make a link between,to have a seed,to put some water,and i'll just look how grows a tree..
a pine-tree..the chinese are saying that its the tree of life..and i believe so,because as much qi one breathe,staying near one tree,so much more,will taste,his mind,another thoughts..who now,are gone...
as u see..

H2S04

I am glad that you were inspired by "Indescisive" and i will continue to make more and be anxious of your comments but i would like to say that i would have to feel the emotion , the energy, the soul to write. If it is pain and sorrow, joy and glee, Terrible and destructive i can write I will do more that is garunteed

Again Thank You

Sincerly,
lsraels

i will be glad to response to ur poem in my way,and,indeed,i appreciate ur efforts..if i will be in your place,i also,will encounter some difficulties,as i have to live what i write..of course,i also live what i write,in my after-poem,but,i live it on the base of a root,as i said..and ,to make a root myself,to link it,i am able,but,i am not prepared yet for doing that..i think everyday of starting writing roots,and then,it will be great i believe,because i share,i don't give,i just offer..so,to start writing my own roots,and then,link them with another poem that will have similarities,i have to think of that more,because what i will write will be something that will have some lenght ,as i wish to make a some-kind of "small" project,concerning the poetry,and,that means that when i will start writing,i will name it as "The Book Of Poems",so,i guess that will be some poems in..

hehehe.. but anyway,once i will start that,i might not complete it so soon,because in a day or another i might be bizzy,or,sometimes a whole month,sometimes more,but,indeed,when i will have time,i will complete it..so,i estimate the size of it,as it might reach from 100 poems and going on..this is not something predicted,anyway,because i do not follow patterns,neither in private life,neither in some other aspects of it..i only change patterns,so,indeed,there's nothing to predict...some took some aspects as instability-formed-like,but,i rather this way,because of the abstract..so,indeed,as i said "each chaos,has a pre-established order"..and its good,that theory...hey,but i already say too much..

thanks for ur good intentions,and,indeed,i wait a new poem from you..in the forum,i do not find much roots,to write back another one..but,i still search among them,to find..

hehehe..Everything inspires me,remember!

H2S04

I have a question are you a man or a woman?

i am a man,

hehehe..

see my pics attached on my

"Spirituality"

folder,of my profile..but why you asked? also,men know to make poetry and have romanticism..[eh,some of them,don't,but that's not ma problem]

hehehe..

H2S04

lsraels wrote:

Indescisive

Here I am in the middle of the night alone
before millions of stars. I look at them and
wonder what is my call of life. I look down to see the
abysmal blackness of trees and stare to all that look into my soul.

There are two roads ahead of me I must chose. I am confused for i don't know which one to chose Lord I plead you help me and do not forsake me , Please Father ! I turn my head to the left.

I look at the painful moon alone and bleeding , sad , sorrowful stars as they shoot across the sky downwards
to watch us be killed by ourselves. A wise man says
"In peace sons bury their fathers, In war Fathers bury their sons"
Is it true? Is he so wise to say this? Why is it that our essence, our nature, our inner core is full of hatred towards each other and find pleasure and bliss upon another's death. I feel death, I feel numb, I see darkness and feel a guilt that is my reward of my deadly desires. The Devil, marvelous and handsome, approaches me "Do you like to be filled with all the Lust and entertainment of the world and To be dictator of all evil and be filled with pure wickedness? You will adore yourself and .... me. Look at yourself you are nothing but with me you will be invincible!"He says "come to me and I promise you riches and pleasures of the world but of course it is your decision."
"What?" I say He leaves with a demonic laughter "That is all I have to say." He goes down the road

This is one road, The Door to darkness a pleasure i am tempted to choose but , I must look in the other.
Oh! How frustrating it is! Is this the path I choose?

As I turn Right I see the Delighted sun a white Dove of Christ
I feel peace, The burdens that I carried were in the form of a cross
That was carried away by my saviour Jesus Christ The King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
I smile and Feel Light headed as if my soul was being carried in his gentle hands. I spin with my head up high
and my arms stretched out and dance of joy and happiness. I feel the innocence of a child and the joy to be in the light. I begin to cry "What is wrong?" The Lord asks me. "Father, My King I have sinned. You don't want me I am filled with filth and i am nothing but another piece of trash and dirt" I sob feeling ashamed. The lord approaches me he wipes the tears off my face with his majestic hand and speaks " I am creator of all, the core of life, of joy , and of happiness with me you will find salvation." I look up and hug him "But it is your decision but remember this," He look straight in my eyes "i will love you always my son." With that he vanished.

This road is filled with faith , hope , and salvation I know that with this road i will face
many trials but i will receive my reward in heaven. Is this the path I Choose?

I find your poem charged with feelings and emotions it must have been torn from your soul when you composed this skillful piece of work

Ian