#prose.from.a.rose - SEVEN:
Tell me the secrets of the stars,
the meaning behind the black mystery that is the universe.
Tell me all of this is just by chance? But I don't believe in coincidences, I believe in God.
Show me what they're hiding from us, they keep us in the dark, where we'll stay ignorant and obedient.
Help me remove my blindfold, so that I may see the dimming truth that they so diligently hide.
Surely, there must be more to what meets the eye. Tell me we aren't a billion lost souls.
Tell me of paradise and of hell and all that exists in between. Immaterial plains, forbidden portals leading to invisible ghosts whose forms lie beyond our human perception.
Don't you know that we need to know, you can't rob us all of lives that we should be entitled to.
You can't just let exploitation and inequality run rife in city streets and upon rural hills alike.
Show me, show us the light.
Don't be scared to admit what hides behind the darkness. I will chase the glow of all that glitters, twinkling, begging for me to follow it.
Like a distant candle, waiting for its scent to be smelled by someone who's willing to show it appreciation and admiration.
All they seem to do is let chaos bloom. But I can't wait any longer, I'll act soon.
They hungry for power, power that they know they can't wield, deep inside.
What do you hide? Don't be afraid of the light you aren't vampiric, right?
So, don't turn the other way when the sun rises to stay
a little while,
don't let the dark pile.
Soon we'll all know,
that doth glow
subtly, quietly, softly, gently,
deep within a cobblestone alley.
This is out of our control.
Don't you ever think that you know it all,
because we know nothing,
what is this something
we call life?
We'll perish before we're able to make sense of it,
that's why we're given mercy
that cycles on orbit.
Shadows always seek to be shy.
But God knows the revelation that light shall bring,
when the hummingbirds will sing their mere hums form holy hymns until their melodies forge words that are foreign and alien speaking in a tongue that surpasses the mind but still we insist!
Space is silent still.
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Prose from a Rose
PoetryMy first collection of prose. Though I have written prose before, I have finally decided to publish some pieces of my prose here on wattpad. I usually write poetry and already have three poetry books here on Wattpad. The first being 'Poetry by Eclip...
