Now I’ve stood at the gates of heaven
I’ve been invited to a ball in hell
I’ve been doomed to dance with lovers
Who’d kiss but never tell
I’ve wondered which way to fall, every other night
But it gets alright
I have walked in the darkest alleys
Infested by rabid wolves
Wounded and frightened and bleeding
Not knowing which way to go
Sooner or later, the healing begins, when you’re caught in the shadow of light
And it gets alright
I have dabbled in salvation
Only to be let down
I have stoned the bleeding Jesus
I’ve laughed at his thorny crown
Too many times I’ve altered my stance, shifting from left to right
Still it gets alright
4 comments:
u're a magician. of words. u take em, mix em up in ur hat and when they come out, all one can do is gasp with delight. u shud start a blog just for all your poems.
Wow, wow, wow....
keep it up.
No matter how hurt passes
through times hour glasses
The masters and the margaritas
will bring you kind solace
crushed bones and bleeding eyes
broken hearts and aching thighs
mend without compromise
when time-sand dribbles downward
so_lucky_to_know_you: Thanx babe. I feel lucky too. How about seeing your blog soon.
on the trip of life: Ow, ow, ow... and thanx.
Ostrich: God, you're good. And that's an understatement.
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