Child Lost I by Walter Jones

I

For our children
we live in continued support
taking on spiritual burden requited
giving everything that mental images will allow
perhaps even our soul from the body of life created
every drop of life is dripped into the image of self lingering
from beginning breath to values added in hope of preservation
everything is the gift left to view and gather up as pieces of life

II

Sky skips to hues of gathering dark
dancing in twinkle of age sadly lost
Who will stay within my shadowed past
to see the burn of joy laid openly on the mantle
left in eternal cost paid by the books that present place
try as I might there is know answer written in form or depth
all life is quickly dancing on the stage given to process thoughts
in a tune of younger days all eventually will lay dormant on a sacrifice

III

living a part of time monitored in the peace of prayer
of the lingering scopes vision spent in the hell of preparation
pieces in sorrow bend the demons created by man to hold him
portion of mend is the eventual expansion of soul dancing in the value
each wonder moves along the path perfect for self and others to escape
into the world going faster than time will allow tattered is the paced victim
perception a need to mind a crying screaming body of thought laid cold on an altar
feelings again perpetuate the endless tearing of the fire consuming inept understanding

IV

which of us is the bearer of the banner kept in place for the death walk
takes the load forward in the dream screaming volumes of hate and place
of broken dreams dumped on the venue exposing the truth and vision of heaven earned
put the puzzle together perceptible the language cry in its bounty for where else will you go
a star falls as the dawn is beckoned forward from the wrath of an unforgiving God sleep in hell
the sky lights the morning after each piece of living is crippled in the words laid by preachers
flashes of happiness determined to be greased skids to hell no place with out pain brings heaven
blessed in viewed reason man escapes the perpetual predetermination of all knowing society blessed

V

acceptance is will given in the mind of a creation from dirt and ash
of lies kept in the books of time administered to each of those read
until truth envisions statements of lingering fears no others will enter the trap
mixes too a bit of blood and wine served upon the table of salvation waiting promise
be there to view and be viewed who the pick or the axe the fire or the water will it burn
value seen when all else is used to explain consumption or loss tasted in the field of life
day breaks as a warning to the wander soul left to fend for itself no guidance given here by me
world is filled hurt and expansion of pain reason not clear just man searching for creation or self

VI

scents of fresh bottles dance among the weeds placed in the flowers
left in needles used to abuse the nature and the mind lost white dances
dreams are obstacles to a being as free as the wind seeking cloud shelter
free as they allow the view of fear to enter peace escapes the soul lent a value
past creeps forward anew the voice of the soul cries out on the deaf ears of God
Child of my body takes the dream from me and drops to bended knee redemption sought
taken from the chemical pit of man dumped in version to control the mind released pain a sorrow
shakes slow mental screaming dead dreams of past chronicles expressed by others trapped inside

VII

will the blood ever purify the soul and hate created in this world of
slow process days weeks years love cost as my sky cries in anger left
see the fear on the face candles light the way marble floor takes the prayer
virgin accepts the challenge and the days blend until the demons are all but gone
voice takes the child to the young women searching for place and love shared forever dead
old man rocks child of his life in slow motion legs dangle and arms wrap tears do feel his pain
future is new but dissolved in the bottle given to ease the last obstacle of forgiven position barred
the world has life but is it worth the price to pay for acceptance and vibrant colors bent on destruction

VIII

experience to guide fields burned over from the threshing of weed
taste new teddy bears in dreams or is nightmare they must live for man
younger days comfort need as the imagination still exists but reality tests
grow up and take the role found it is bitter no place for man used and abused
home is more than where the heart is it is the last place a love has a chance to grow
it is four walls safe from the burn going down and the child is now an adult reaching hope
Prayer allows sleep and in it dreams of life fulfilled in the shadow of day yet to come to be born
the mind to move forward escapes the hell created by the man seeking souls to fill his pot damnation

IX

reality of living brings hope here is the answer for breath is real
survival is the key to strong will mental relief exposed in faith waiting
drawn from the depth of all trying past exposed salvation is the answer
Sun burns the window and fades shadow all life does bring hope on the dawn
mistakes made as joy once again dances in beams of never ending light cast forward
old falls to new as the soul looks past the growth in age takes its place on man growing
dances in the joy seen bent by rose-colored glass just outside reach but within the imagination
walls take the warmth of family and lets the wonder of faith linger inside the promises made by time

X

in the cell of me scattered about the vision and expectation of society
a touch upon my cheek brings smiles and hope once again and the love beams
face to face all recognition calls forward the sincerity of heart and soul found in hope
silly daddy horsy ride please, just hold me and let the heat escape and the pain fade away
in the shadow of hell we walk the thin line of escape or consumption but love will prevail a gift
dust upon the floor mixes with the wisp of freedom formed and the images formed smiles upon me
all across the room life is reborn to the music memories buried in the reality of life to be lived reality
Candles flicker and the voice of life sings in the present and the future new and growing bonds family

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Child Lost I
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 12-28-2007

Age Rating: 13 to 127

Prose-n-Poetry.com

Child Lost I by Walter Jones (Age: 63) copyright 12-28-2007 Age Rating: 13 to 127

Child Lost I
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 12-28-2007

Age Rating: 13 to 127