Openmind1 Poetry (7)

When I lay my head down to rest I lay next to you, when I wake up in a sweat because I had a bad dream you are sitting there comforting me, and when i am sad it’s your face and your love that gives me strength. These things that you give to me are things that will always keep you in my heart forever and these words that I speak are words whispered to me by every drop of blood that rushes through my veins because there passage of life is through my heart.

The winds blow hard against the morning clouds, pushing them higher and higher.
The lightning flashes across the sky as the thunder roars down upon the lonely meadow.
The little birds tremble and rush for cover as the rain washes over them. The trees shake from side to side, throwing their leaves to the cold cold ground
Morning is here and the darkness has faded, no more shadows in the night hiding behind ever turn, at least no more for a while.
The wind blows hard, the wind blows hard

Alexandria so great it’s people so pretty, a greatness lost in time of a once ancient city,
it’s library it’s catacombs it’s wonder to the world it’s strength and it’s courage and its big mighty Walls,
from age to age many battles where fought, from Julius Ceasar of Rome to Napoleon Bonaparte,
in 619 the Persians they came this city they took, Alexandria it fell.
Alexandria now stands still proud as can be its once riddled shell, now scars you can see,
this place of great beauty of stamina and ability, could only be present in a city called Alexandria,
it’s traits you share of beauty and of strength, it’s wisdom inside you, it’s courage to mind you.
The Gladiators of Alexandria stand by your side, protecting you for always, for ever in time.

To the body it is but out of reach but to the mind and the soul it is but a thought away

For two people who share a bond where one lives in the night while the other lives in the day

You will be my angel of the night and I will be yours , because to me you live in my night and I live in yours, as we live on opposite sides of the world my dreams will be your reality

And our realities will meet on the horizon when both our worlds will collide

I woke up this morning and my heart felt empty, it had no spring or summer only winter, the cold reached down inside of me touching the parts that once had sunshine and warmth, grey skies filled every image of you I once held so close , My mind and my heart filled with nothing but sorrow, pain, regret and the want for forgiveness, where once lay a Raynebow now there was darkness, a darkness created by stupidity, envy, jealousy and personal need, I have nothing left inside of me except a small corner where I huddle under a once clear sky that now holds darkness and a small fire called hope that is fuelled by the belief that my raynebow will return to me and once again brighten up my heart.

From the tops of the Mountains to the hot desert floor

from the clouds up above to the oceans below

With wings fully outstretched, and a blinding light

Angels are here watching by night.

Man gathers round killing and dying with greed in his eyes

And fear in his mind, Angels are watching, waiting to strike

Man for his sins with anger and might.

Soldiers of heaven keepers of life, wings of an angel

Whiter than white.

Down form the skies up from the sea

over the hills there coming for me

with prayer in my mind and fear in my heart

I fall to my knees in the hope they will pass.

They strike in the morning with the sun in the sky

Mans destiny decided in the blink of an eye

The apocalypse upon us, the end is in sight

Angels surround us, and begin the fight

With words form above to spare all those who’s good

God’s final chapter of life has finally begun

Earth so blue in the blackness of space

Bids a final farewell, to the human race

Winters morning, sky all grey and cold,
wind blowing leaves, yellow, brown, crumbled and old,
shallow pools of misty rain, reflecting distorted images of Autumns pain,
falling drops of crystal perils washing off the red clay stains