My premise is that this grand conspiracy with all it's aspects can be traced back through the scriptures to Lucifer's fall and his deception in the Garden of Eden.
A faint pink light breaks forth on the distant shore as if a candle on a nightstand flickers before it fades creating that slim spiraling plume of grey My senses,at first confused sights and sounds and scents Oh, how some memories though long ago compete with all the melee that is today Yes love, I remember, running away from the gala hands clasped tightly, together we made our way to a place neither of us knew A country road or path it appeared so quaint Walls of feildstones marked the day and old hickory fence posts fulfilled the scenery Instead of what we suspected to be dusk what a joy to find that light growing stronger Hours and hours to go before night wrapped tightly to each other we spent that day In a moment, a lifetime of knowledge and wisdom You and I one for eternity, never can it change never can it be forgotten by the stars that eventually broke through the silence as that orange red glow sank low framing the western horizon casting a wondrous glaze of innocence upon the silhouette of your face more lovely, more precious more aglow still fresh in my mind , how much more precious than mama's antique cameo The years that have wrecked our bodies the tears that we cried apart, and together no matter the hurts we have carelessly cast on each other The trusts we have broken Put all blame on me, tie a millstone round my neck Cast me overboard into the deep dark sea It makes no difference, All there is to me is we, You are mine, I am yours, and we, we are HIS.
ROBERT FILOS·WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2015 poetrY, that was probably a bad term most would call it that but in reality what i’m putting out there would be better described as folkwritings. whilE my writings may consist of some elements academia would consider traditional poetry, {http://www.poetry.org/whatis.htm} rhyme, rhythm, meter, and the like are not considered to be prominent to me. I speak of my thoughts across a wider range of expressions. I can’t remember who said it or where i first heard it, but when asked what folk music was they said something like..its music by folks ..for folks... stylE, structure, humbug i write what i like what i feel not for appeal. jusT words on a page, or a bunch of 0s and 1s in a plastic box. dO i hope other people like it , well thats hard to say. aT least if they dont like it i hope they hate it. oR maybe feel somethin’ more than just the emotions we have been conditioned to adhere to. perhapS if i’m good at it it will be as good as the words on a cereal box..diG it!
poetrY, that was probably a bad term most would call it that but in reality what i’m putting out there would be better described as folkwritings. whilE my writings may consist of some elements academia would consider traditional poetry, {http://www.poetry.org/whatis.htm} rhyme, rhythm, meter, and the like are not considered to be prominent to me. I speak of my thoughts across a wider range of expressions. I can’t remember who said it or where i first heard it, but when asked what folk music was they said something like..its music by folks ..for folks... stylE, structure, humbug i write what i like what i feel not for appeal. jusT words on a page, or a bunch of 0s and 1s in a plastic box. dO i hope other people like it , well thats hard to say. aT least if they dont like it i hope they hate it. oR maybe feel somethin’ more than just the emotions we have been conditioned to adhere to. perhapS if i’m good at it it will be as good as the words on a cereal box..diG it!
