lost halls

The echo rings out in the halls of Valhalla,

Fading away until it is gone , listen back and holla.

You could remain silent and not be bothered 

But the sounds in our soul that are made from gold; eternal.

Sounds reverberating, skating past the inserts of sounds sing.

Like; sweet low sweet chariot, plotting to do damage

Judah when he planned to plot sounds of thoughts.

Over his garments they did cast lots.

The voice grows colder, hanging on to anger is like

Holding hot coals when they smolder: danger.

Behold the beholder; controller of my own destiny, lone ranger

Even with the lessons, we are not pleased with those keys

Or dreams

The cancer that walks the earth holds the answers

To life's lessons blessed one.

Sound has no sight pleasures or delights moveing through the atmosphere

Despite the fog that is ever so clear.

Darkness enveloped carcasses is like light influences that make the

Vessel intuitive and hiding, reclusive.

Stupid fluids over flow past the ear drums; rings in the 

middle east

What of the sounds of the leaves landing in the street; 

they decrease

Cease and assist, don't resist the sounds of living water.

Sounds from the father, the author is the one; he persist

That violence needs to quite.

Quiet footsteps in the dark leads to Yeshua's heart;

even during the sounds

Of the meddle lark rushing waters past the ark; 

Noah and the others

From clover, floating on sweet dossier sounds explosive.

That is music to my ears moveing away the sounds draws near.

Lined up from front to rear gaining altitude past all smiles and sneers.

Inside of the mind is like gears.

That grind out man's black tears for fear of being lost.

So stop.
Black Hemmingway 2014©