by Darren James Bighetty

Created on: December 05, 2009

Division

Seen of a place of a time of division.

People see, but can not hear, feel, but not understand.

Of a place, one from another, lower and higher.

Protection from a dark power I have asked,

for I am but one in a place, where I have been born,

and to have known where I am.

Time is a flow of thought, a river of memories,

that help me to move my life forward into life.

As I go, I wonder of those lost in the blackness of evil,

the depths of a tormented being.

How is it, I wonder, does my eyes see,

and my heart understand, yet, I can only but move on?

Where it be I am, I feel of to keep moving, unto different places,

as I can not accept my position given.

For what can I do, but pray for deliverance of the oppression I feel,

though this be read against me.

A law, where my written word conceals my being,

for of a violent portrayer, so understanding of a defined sickness,

and given of a proud translation of condemnation.

My God is why I write.

I have no interest in it after or before that reason.

To inspire, to comfort, remind, and show of a spiritually sourced truth of knowledge.

There are many words in a book, many ideas in the mind of man.

My God, the difference between the light of day and the dark of night.

Of a master and his followers, good and evil, separated from one another.

Of a beingness and a mask, an act from the awkwardness of a reality:

perceived in the sight of the night.

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