ALL IS DUST AS THE END NEARS

not a piece about man in general; but rather 1 specific Pisces whose soul i've felt assigned to pray unceasinglly for, over many difficult years, that he may obtain eternal life. He's a complicated one and God's love for him is exceedingly great. God loved David dearly we know, and David was much blessed by Our Father. This one not knowing from whence the gift originated set out to acquire what (unbeknownest to him) had already been divinely bestowed. He sought fame and financial favors at crossroads, from the trickster, who left him believing it was the evil one he was indebted to. Turned him inside out.To listeners the songs were so sweet and inspired yet their crafter writ as wit a cynical mocking satire, sardonic sarcasim. He was celebrated rewarded hailed" Genius"one who is trailed by the word "Legend", one who has done it all absolutely in The Wrong Spirit and still it blessed touched and had such great impact on the hearts and souls of so many of its listeners, they weren't aware of the double entendres. He found no joy because he had no respect for his audience, NONE. He couldn't enjoy his achievements because in his mind he had arrived at them in a duplicitous manner. Of course he had no idea that he was living out God's plan, all the talent all the gifts , yet he grew ever more vacant and therefore sought pleasures in taking from others.The pleasure too held no weight, lasted no length, and gained for him nothing more; well, only MORE Karma. Bless him more father , guide him to grace, lead him to everlasting life.
So let it be Written So let it be Done.(thankyou for indulging me)

ALL IS DUST AS THE END NEARS

Frailty informs
our ceaseless sighs
as we drift
through
numbered daylights

Our strength
at last
fruitless
all kindness
beheld
consumed.

Buy arrogance
damn snake.
Intended
at creation
to live
as a fish

Temporal vanity
robbed him
the ability
to swim.

Restricted to land
prepared
always to strike
groomed
by desire
to ravish
and suppress

Felled by fear
incapeable
of love
still
encoraged
by his reflection
mirrored

What has he gained?
dust
dust
all is dust


Lashes of eyes
once
lovingly curled
around
moonbeams
dripped
in stardust

Possibility and purpose
now dwindle
life passes

Our former zeal
becomes
fertilizer
now
soiled

The legacy forsaken
proposes
a future
from which
worms
shall spring

6/11/2006