

Oh Cherubim, Oh SerpahimOh cherubim,Oh Cherubim, Oh Serpahim
oh seraphim oh angels gather round for heaven's gates are closing at the trumpet's forlorn sound now play your harps serenely and shed your tragic tears St. Peter's locked the gates
and the keys he's lost for years


On PoetryThis is just to say that poetry need not have words. Poetry lives in a hope, a dream a smile, a soft touch a tender embrace or just the warmth of whispered truth this is just to say that I don't need words to love you our eyes say what words cannot across the crowded room the sentiment is stronger, more acute warmer in anticipation this is just to sayOn Poetry
you're beautiful when I can't see you that you're kind when no one's watching you're stronger than you know this is just to say that poetry is motion and we don't need words for truth love isn'


CongregateGive us this day our daily dose of absolution forgive our eyes shaded by our beloved corruptions allow tears to fall on ivory hymnal pages black words evanesce beneath the blood of habit's wages penitent words fall from inebriated tongues slurred a traced cross in hallowed space by sinners is lured as they follow the blood of christ with a shot of gin prepared to perpetuate their sins and ask forgiveness again wipe from the ivory song lines the vermillion traces hear the flock howling with upturned, dripping fanged faces does the sheep yet sing? a single bell to ring?Congregate


Treatise on Love"There is a communal soul that often speaks out for the sentiment of the entire species of universal truths inherent of every human soul. This soul, perchance to be likened to the transcendental over soul, is a fragment and yet the entire being simultaneously of every living person. We speak through it, and it speaks through us. We share its words and wisdoms with one another in trial and tribulation, in jest and in moments of merriment. Although the words may be amorphous, the sentiment is unshakable, and if it has never fallen upon the ears of a certain being before, the truth of the words yet resonates with the strings of their heart. ThisTreatise on Love
by =salshep
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Keep things simple.
A cluttered mess ruins the view.
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