falling from the hole

Deeper and deeper into the hole we fall;

spiraling into the abyss not knowing

were we are  falling from at all. 

Into the fog the mist; the veil, darkness.

This is the land of the heartless.

Deeper we descend, into the heart of our mother earth.

Into the burning core were there are ancient 

story's of lore from our Lord.

Bitterly cold are the Shepard's fold; holding the keys

Of philosophy that unlock fall and spring.

Dreams of darkness leads to the bliss of existence.

Distance is irrelevant when considering the eloquence

Of essence; the darkness takes over with all intemperance

Children of the light, limitless: 

rising up from the pits of that cold dark abyss, lifted spirits

Do exist, within is written that we must be stricken with the

Quickened spirit before gaining admittance to self.

Seven; its the magic spell that the indwelt felt when he freely

Made us in succession, living with one obsession; Heaven

Death is when the north and south winds perform the imagined;

My heart bleeds when the eighteen horsemen ride in with the queen;

The screen that plays the images we seem to see; materialize flowing, 

Down stream. 

Living rivers of living waters flow from Orion's belt to Yonkers the waters are Bonkers.Thoughts of the here after, get even nastier when the barrier Of the author and its callers send out six like a chrome plated revolver; revolving around sounds;

not bond by any compounds.

found the jewel; royalty not minuscule with miniature ministers

Looking like some damn fool's.The world is but a mere

Vestibule; or rather a footstool.

The rules are the same, they say after this life we all have a

Dept to pay for being the all mighty s slave.

Be careful of the things you crave; the light from which we

Have been made can cut you down like a sharp blade.

Those that once lived in caves; had to find change,

entrance to the light must have been strange especially

On the astro plains, for the lost walking with ego stains.

holy remains, remains the light of the world.

Emeralds and spinning red clouds, death hounds and wicked clowns all

Spiraling down; deeper and deeper into the hole we fall,

Spiraling into the abyss not knowing were we are falling from

At all. 

Blackhemmingway 2014©