Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Valley NoMore.

The Valley NoMore.
___________________

Down the Hall,
and through Lifes'
Door,
(across a Field of
Razorblades.)
waits a Valley
called Nomore,
where lies my once
True Faith.

No Angels have
come to see
The Clubhouse;

(but they talk in circles
amongst themselves.)

it remains a whisper
in God's mouth!!

(keeping Secrets for
Heaven and Hell.)

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Yet
When I ask the Moon
to show its Face,
(even on a Beautiful Day)
it often responds
with a Leering Grin
which chases the Sun away!
(back to some Dark,
Unsmiling Place.)


Every aspect
of Life's Mystery,
(which others deem
a Hangman's Noose)
is but a Truth swimming
the Depths of Me!!

yet to become an
Absolute.

For
My Truth
lies
down that Hall..

and
through
Death's
Door.....

(across a Field
of
Razorblades.)

J.Stephen.H.

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