Seeking Answers

When it's answers I seek

it's answers I find

but all of them are tainted

white clothes spilled with red wine

 

As sickness tries to break me

as thunder breaks the silence

I look for the wisdom

the reasons for the violence

 

the forces tear my soul, I'm leaving my mind behind

 

If I close my earthly eyes

and see things with my spirit

the knowledge flows through open pores

the truth is there, I hear it

 

the voice that fills my soul, there are no words, it can't be defined

 

Seek from the lips of he

no word is uttered false

languidly the truth unfolds

as smoothly as a waltz

 

The answers are not tainted

and miracles I find

the voice that fills my soul

clear water becomes red wine

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

omygosh, this is an awesome poem,
red wine which is so symbolic as lost of purity,
wine as symbol of clesiness of spirituality,
the duality, the coexistance and bound in the end, great write, ===mishel, :S

[Ria]

Very beautiful. The flow is perfect and the feelings are that which we all share. Only thing I would say is add the "g" to "thins" this and see thins with my spirit. Beautiful read and write.