The Gate Poem
November 2, 2024Chariot of Fire Poem
November 2, 2024Murder, murder, on the walls,
I can watch them as they crawl.
These in-between spaces in the mind,
which leave living life unkind.
Have you tried to plug these holes
while they gnaw upon the soul?
What lives within the shadows following you?
Growling, twisting in their shapes
as they stir like brooms the dust
gathering demon brew in darkness.
Filling bottles as a cup within the soul
from spirits of the wind
dragon thoughts, they enter in.
I see them within the shade
upon my mind inside the wall.
Watching, I watch them while
with nothing there behind an eye
in their voices,
it is from within my shadow shapes…
in their voices, they all call.
It doth not have to be,
defenseless not upon the knees
while crying out from mindful pain.
There are words that answer back,
I searched ‘til burst of light came in,
And while the door opened I entered.
Watched as darkness burned away
filled with life I’m here to stay.