I found love, never will lament! This is a poem full of joy, you can
comment. With your finger I wrote my name across your Heart, the way it is
meant. Beauty is your Soul and its Spirit’s raiment. Lofty thoughts,
submersible as they seem, your smile is my payment.
This guy sold his soul and its spirit to the devil… And instead of being a witness to the truth, he became a rebel. Your world is crumbling down,
let’s not linger any thought on levels. I was asked to love my enemy as am walking and making my to Babel. For when push became shove, the people held on to their shovels… What’s the path that’ll bring lights and light us all in light of turning into rebels? Loving those who hate us and bearing witness, never believing in what is eventually evil. For when times were hard, Cain should have turned into Abel.
© Christian D. Koumtog