The Golden Moment

Cracks in the concrete and holes in the road.

I might never see it if I were not poor.

It is poetic in the end

to live and die in place you were born.

Heart of the neighborhood is to rend

if we lose the given path.

In our agony nothing is random,

everything unfolds exactly as God have planned.

Our faith  is our crutch for us never to toss aside or abandon.

To live for nothing or die for something to a soul in agony it does not matter.

After the light comes the dark, 

our salvation awaits for us in Heaven.

The last tear and the smile will share the mark.

My body in the ground they will park.

Those that plot to outrun their demise will be hit hard.

Be or not you be an artist your soul and death is imbued with Avant-garde.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words and thoughts my friend.
"Those that plot to outrun their demise will be hit hard.
Be or not you be an artist your soul and death is imbued with Avant-garde."
I liked the above lines. Thank you Satoshi for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Coyote Poetry.

I hope your day is going well.

I appreciate your invested time , and your honesty, in writing this comment.

Regards,
IroTzu

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.

[costa siwale]

As I read this piece, each stanza got better and more expressive. You paint a somewhat sad grime reality but do ever so beautifully, its incredible. thumbs up!

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Costa Siwale.

I appreciate your honest and insightful feedback.

[costa siwale]

Of course friend, always a pleasure

[Gabriel]

I like it, especially when you say the following: "It is poetic in the end
to live and die in place you were born."
Very good!

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Gabriel.

I appreciate your feedback.