For The Love Of God

Allegory meets mythically proportioned unrequited love

Trace Racial Memory
To the center of that star
The Fall
And dissent
amongst the ranks

Sometimes
All I have
Is no direction
Stowed away
To the shores
No matter how much
I adore you

No terms
Of endearment
All entanglements
Aside

I'll put on
My mask
Meet you where
We hide

We'll draw
Lines in the sand
Carve out/up what we have
Inside


It's thoughts of you
I'll always
Miss

Author's Note

In progress.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Progress should be suspended, the words said are already more than enough.. 'more is less', no need for frills when devotion is deeply felt. Fallen angels reach their goal, takes time, takes courage but love waits, as does the Deity in any form.

[Muse]

The fallen angels...they knew our pain....our questioning....our curiosity.....

myth...we are all happy and in love.

fact...most of us wear a facade

...hoping to find our reality with that special someone that is like ourselves. For some it's their ignorant search for God....and for many...it is a purgatory like no other. Cursed memories is what makes us human...memories of our prideful fall...memories of the loves we've lost.....we must move forward...with or without them.

[screamin'ian]

There were thoughts of "...The shores of the river Styx..." and "...Botany Bay for Cherubim..." but it sounded "over-the-top," and I didn't want to take anything away from the solemnity of devotion. I want to express that love that the fallen angel feels for their deity.

[Lily Mae]

This makes me sad.. I just wish we all had the love we wished for and wanted and lived it to the max everyday.. such a dreamer I am...xo.. You have penned these emotions all to well.. I felt in my heart and soul..xx

[Little Birdie]

Even if it's in progress, I already like it. About the people we love, thoughts is what we always miss when they go. And sometimes, all we have is indeed no direction and sometimes, that's all we need. Beautiful.