Dark Beings

I looked into the eyes of what I thought was evil, something I once wished would die. I looked into those black abysses and the lips responded.

"Why do you coware, why must you fear me? You think me a demon sent by the Devil to torture and cause pain? You are mistaken, for I am not evil, though no longer am I good. I was once an angel sent by God to do good deeds and spread his word of Heaven and salvation. I was once an object of purity and innocence, like all that are in Heaven. But I made a fatal mistake while here on Earth. You see, in Heaven, we love but we love all equally, not one angel is loved more then the next. But here on Earth its different. I fell in love with one, and I was punished by God and forsaken.My wings were taken and my halo banished. I was trapped here, stuck never to see the perfection of Heaven again, but made to suffer for eternity by watching all the ones I fall in love with die in their mortal lives."

Once those words were spoken, the forsaken angel walked away and a new feeling of sadness replaced the fear I once held for that dark being.

What Makes A Person

What makes a good person commit a crime?
What makes an innocent guilty?
What makes a nonbeliever pray?
What makes a criminal think twice?
What makes a lover cheat?
What makes a saint a sinner?
What makes a demon save a life?
What makes the devil cry?
What makes an angel lose its wings?
What makes God punish us?

River of Time

What's inside each of us?
Does anybody know?
Do you know the secrets
That I've always hid inside?
In my death
Will my soul be released?
My secrets shared
Set free from my body
Set free from my mind
Will you be able to see
My life story sketched on my face?
What words will be told
On my tombstone
For everyone to see?
Will they represent
The true me?
What beauty will happen
In the place that I'm buried?
Will nature try to run wild
Like my spirit?
And will it forever be tamed
By those that pass me by?
In my death
Will my words be heard?
My poems read?
My habits kept by others?
Or like many good things
Many magical and beautiful things
Will my memories be forgotten
In the ever-flowing river of time?

Forgotten Roots

Shadows in the distance
Only half seen through the haze
Are there humans approaching?
Or is it nature standing tall?
Through the mist that clouds my eyes
I see them together as one
Man, living peacefully with nature
Made in the image of the still figures of the forest
Made to protect
Made to care for
That which is defenseless
Why can't we truly be that way?
One with nature
One with our self
Instead we neglect our home
Our roots no longer stable
Distancing our self from where our roots once belonged
We forget our own history
We're told to make the future better
But in doing so
It is our souls that are forgotten
Our lives diminished
You need to use your lifetime
To make the lives of the future
Greater then the ones now
But when that time comes
The cycle will begin again
The cycle of distancing our self
Until finally
We forget who we once were.