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Sunday, January 3, 2016

"A Limbo Before Hell" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: Reflections of a Soul's Torment and Guilt


Reflections of a Soul before his, entering into the "Lake of Fire" and Everlasting Torment.

 

"A Limbo Before Hell"


I spied the immortal angel of death last night
I danced after him, after our fatal fight

The angel I saw was in disguise
He came to me as one of mercy, and one who was wise

As if in a dream, he came to me possessing the image of
Your elegant self, he came bearing gifts and kisses

With tears of remission, “ah but, him come too late”
For I was already stone cold, and turned immortal

And you were on your way, as always slow as the turtle

I awoke lost in the darkness, strung unto the greasy beam
It was set high and above a sea of moaning faces; oh how they gleamed

A dimly lit star was the only thing set above me

The beam on fire, tossing, and turning
Facing the faces that were moaning

I was strung upon it like that Jesus guy
Like he on his cross was, I

But, mine was a single board
Cut from deadwood a cord

That is continually singing down
Arms wide and feet dangling down

I was wearing a crown
My, own crown

Suspended over the oceans of sorrowing, souring faces
Souls dressed up and upwardly facing

I was set a fire and proclaiming no guilt as I spoke
But yet, I was not consumed, just pained and poked

The pain only weakened by the faces below
As each one proclaimed his history of woes

They revealed the unjust hurts, that they received
At the hands of their lovers, and this world of ours we all so believed

Now bathing in their and mine; our own proclamations, which only adds to our sting
We volley continuously for placement upon this beam

I have held this spot, upon this altar as long as I can remember
For now, it is all I can remember

As I am pushed to the floor, these oceans roar

As they rock and they roll; they all pull me under

For now my lover, she soars onto the beam

And then when there, I alone return unto the ocean’s floor demeaned


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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"To The End of All Time" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Reflections of Love A New and Then


Poetry: Reflections of love a new and then, lost by an old fool.



"To The End of All Time"


Till the heavens collide
Till when; the ashes are, raised up
Till the very last day

This is how long I will; love you, my dear
I swear, I always will
That is what a lover; in love


Might could say; if they believed
It were true; for they never, ever saw farther then
The day at hand, and again

This is why I believe they, say
That love is blind, and often unkind
Their love only lasts until

The other soul bleeds
And reveals, its needs
For when the endless giving ends

All of the realities set in, life is
No longer, the sweet dream
Or the fairy tale

Welcome here, to
The real world; my dear
It takes tons of hard work

And never ending time
To come to the conclusion
That this person

Is the One; and
That they, are right for you
That they, are true

A life time of trying, crying; dying
Laughing and giving
Need I mention, all of the forgiving

If you work at it,
No matter how rough it gets
This old road, will stop giving you fits

But, beware my dear
To those who would, call it quits
One must not give, up on

These precious little snips
In ones little life; these bits
And these pieces, will soon add all up

A lost love can, and will
Leave a bottomless pit
And place a hole, in ones heart

If you will not stop, it up
No matter how much
One tries to cover it, up

The camouflage always, falls
Into that there old hole
Tasteless and cold

They will become bold
Those kisses and that touch
Eyes, no longer see fit to feel; or to touch

These soft words spoken, shall fall
Upon dead ears and there, will be tears
They will turn too, now lonely fears

True love!; now only true love,
No matter how fleeting; will last
Through out ones life, and

To the end, of all time

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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Sunday, July 27, 2014

"A Limbo Before Hell"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Reflections of a Soul before his, entering into the "Lake of Fire" and Everlasting Torment.



I spied the immortal angel of death last night 

as I danced after him, after our fatal fight

The angel I saw was wearing a disguise

He came to me as one who was full of mercy, and one who was wise


As if in a dream, he came to me possessing the image of

Your elegant self, he came baring gifts and kisses

With tears of remission, “ah but, him come to late”

For I was already stone cold, and turned immortal

And you were on your way, as always slow as the turtle

I awoke lost in the darkness, strung unto the greasy beam

It was set high and above a sea of moaning faces; oh how they gleamed

A dimly lit star was the only thing set above me

The beam on fire, I was a tossing and a turning

Facing the faces that were moaning

I was strung out upon It like that Jesus guy

Like he on his cross, was I

But, mine was a single board

Cut from deadwood; a cord

That is continually forever singing down

My arms wide and my feet dangling down

I was still wearing a crown

My, own crown

Suspended over the oceans of sorrowing, souring faces

Souls dressed up afire and upwardly facing

I too was set a fire and proclaiming no guilt as I spoke

But yet, I was not consumed, just pained and poked

The pain only weakened by the faces below

As each one proclaimed his history of woes

They revealed the unjust hurts, that they received

At the hands of their lovers, and this world of ours we all so believed

Now bathing in theirs and mine; our own proclamations, which only adds to our sting

We volley continuously for placement upon this beam

I have held this spot, upon this alter as long as I can remember

For now, it is all I can remember

As I am pushed aside and pulled to the floor, these oceans roar

As they rock and they roll; they all pull me under

For now my lover, she soars unto the beam

And then when there, I alone return unto the ocean's floor demeaned


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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Monday, August 2, 2010

A Limbo Before Hell


A Limbo Before Hell
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Reflections of a soul before, entering into the lakes of fire and torment.



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Sunday, August 1, 2010

To The End, of All Time

To The End, of All Time
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: Reflections of love a new and then, lost by an old fool.



This poem created and developed @Neopoet.com

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Sinbad the Sailor Man

Member since October 10th 2007



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