When you close your eyes
At the moment’s peak
Do you hear life’s lies
Whenever you try to speak
That demise you held on
That guilt you deny but prolong
You try to get out
But this weir will only make you drown

You try to shout
But nobody listen
The darkness subdues
You’re numb but not frozen

You let it in
The agony that you breathe
You mold it all in
Yearning for that rapture
Is that all you desire?
For that temporary bliss?

Not realizing you've fallen deep
*Into the unending abyss

7/28

You told me once that your favorite author was Shakespeare because he created life within his words.
I bought you a collection of all his work and saved it for your birthday; I never got to give it to you.
Nor did I get to tell you that you created life within your words as well and you brightened and destroyed mine all at once.
Not even Shakespeare could do that.

Once tall, he now sits stooped over a stool.
drool, dropping from his lips.
pen in hand and hardly a smirk to share
where he once mocked.
the clock now ticks
louder.
He’s still regarded as a ****.
by everyone but her.
and it sticks like gum under
table tops, and flips
and flops, because he once had a confident air.
Now there is a blatant obnoxious stare.
A history of charm does less good
and more harm than it should.

It was a vision I had
This was going to be the day I walked up too Heaven
It was going to be a long journey
I walked on a sunbeam at least at what it seemed
I knew I was Heaven bound
All around me there was no sound
So I walked and walked
As I walked, I also prayed and talked
Well according to the bible flesh as never seen Heaven
But then again, flesh will never ever see Heaven
But that didn’t stop my determination
Arrive or fail, the fact attempted being my indication
So I arrived outside the pearly gates
An Angel told me I had to wait
My name was not on the list
The Angel said “No, this wasn’t an miss
Your soul isn’t ready just yet
But the Angel didn’t tell me to get
There is much work needed on earth
Your writings on Earth is still needed for the world to see their new birth
God is counting on you to come through
Your spirit is in the right place
Don’t ever erase
No I am not trying to make a Federal case
The Angel said God has given you a voice in your writings
Words for the world too hear and the message to share
Heaven is on hold for you
Your day is not yet your slew
It is the everlasting to come that will be due
Walk back to Earth
You have been enriched in your own new birth
Your writings are God’s salvation to you
I am the Angel Galleo
You are called as God’s chosen fellow
Continue to write with God’s enduring words
With your voice, you will be heard
Go back to Earth and continue in your writing wonder
You have a writing horizon and it is yonder
Go now As God will show you how
The Earth is calling and no time for stalling
At that point I thanked the Angel Galleo
My next writing will be of my own pateo.