Electricity In Space

Rain pouring up
On the goals of life
Electricity in space, reminds me of a place
I thought I once knew
A place of passion, a place of fire
For the one we called sire
The Lord above

Fountains spit forth
Bringing the haters, criminals, and liars
Two halves divided
Flying down the spiral steps to the depths of our heart
And I think that even you know who
Himself is Lord

Rivers of stars slide together
Streams of moons shine together
We'll unite, as beams of light
To fry the demons, the metaphors of life
And we'll fly
We'll fly to that place
That place of passion, that place of fire

 

would someone PLEASE give me an opinion???

 

I must say that the word "Lord" rankles me.


Though that's probably not the type of opinion for which you were searching.

much love

 

I agree with osiris.

And the title misled me!!! I thought it was going to be a cool kind of a sci fi, surrealistic poem.

Sorry this doesn't strike my fancy.

 

Having fun and its all good.

 

I like it a lot. I think its very nice...