(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its bad

To first see, I try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three very not so friendly Kin

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins in my past

Nor the hurts I have caused within the life I lived

These ghosts that haunt my present day and night

Whether they be good or bad they are part of life

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

Ghosts that haunt us, with them we all must sleep

(Spiritual Poem) The Calling Up

THE CALLING UP

 

When the Seed blooms we are called

Eternal Souls assigned to a heartbeat

The Spirit to the flesh from the source

Heartbeat to the grave we live only once

Born to live among Man, Demond’s, Saints

 

No where for any of us to hide our face

All are either Evil, Good or some vacant

All live the Spiritual life we choose to live

Witches, Ghosts and Demons walk among us

Two deaths are assigned to the ignorant flesh

 

The Bride will call out to us but who will hear

Rumblings from Hell shakes beneath our feet

Even the dark heart cannot hide from The Light

The Calling Up, so few Saints will still be left alive

Hell gathers the foolish when The Groom takes His Bride

 

(Dark Philosophy Poem) Secrets, Lies and Ghosts

(Dark Philosophy Poem)   Secrets, Lies and Ghosts

 

Secrets we have harbored sense opening our eyes

How many stories and lies had we learned by five

Family secrets, personal flaws, shelved deep in files

How many skeletons haunt the rafters of our mind

 

We learn to survive in a home with hate, ignorance and lies

All creatures learn young if they hold a high value, or none

Lies and secrets that little children learn to spin to cover the scars

What is truth, what are the lies, the path we choose defines our lives

 

Aged we lay in bed thinking of the Ghosts left behind, their blood in our minds

Our brain, our personal CPU, 92% dark matter, 8% can’t fathom our own realm

Night time filled with escape dreams, daytime living in the mental space allowed

Secrets poison the Soul, they are like lies, old ghosts, you can’t live until they die

 

(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its bad

To first see, I try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three not so friendly Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins in my past

Nor the hurts I have caused within the life I lived

These ghosts that haunt my present day and night

Whether they be good or bad they are part of life

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

Ghosts that haunt us, with them we all must sleep

(Dark Philosophy Poem) Secrets, Lies and Ghosts

(Dark Philosophy Poem)   Secrets, Lies and Ghosts

 

Secrets we have harbored sense opening our eyes

How many stories and lies had we learned by five

Family secrets, personal flaws, shelved deep in files

How many skeletons haunt the rafters of our mind

 

We learn to survive in a home with hate, ignorance and lies

All creatures learn young if they hold a high value, or none

Lies and secrets that little children learn to spin to cover the scars

What is truth, what are the lies, the path we choose defines our lives

 

Aged we lay in bed thinking of the Ghosts left behind, their blood in our minds

Our brain, our personal CPU, 92% dark matter, 8% can’t fathom our own realm

Night time filled with escape dreams, daytime living in the mental space allowed

Secrets poison the Soul, they are like lies, old ghosts, you can’t live until they die

 

(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its evil

To first see, then try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three not so friendly Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins

Nor the hurts I have caused within my past

These ghosts that haunt my present

Whether they be good or bad

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

These ghosts that haunt us, we all must sleep