Emily's poems

Embracing these Sound Times

the immaculate scribbles jotted down
on the empty walls that receive sad frowns
these come from a painter that shines her awe
a will to share the real from such flaws
what happens on the inside of someone
is enough to uplift a lost soul done
restoring their faith in such times of grief
looking for a light, a way of belief
such encounters leave a mark on those found
removing the lies, fears, doubt, and guilt drowned
we stand the tests of time, enduring hell
living the story as we then do tell..
a spectacle that impacts the silent
fighting her battles against the giants
we have immersed into new ways of thought
a way of sharing the power we brought
as I analyze this surreal place
filled with wonders lost in its trace
my heart is touched and I spring up with glee
I deeply love what means so much to me
my eyes peer out into this lovely park
a wonderful journey one can embark
the painter is careful in each brush stroke
gently designing her elegant cloak
each glide creates a corner that connects
such a maker of light, this architect
this source of spirit is tucked in the nooks
seated within that writes profound books
and all the glorious things we create
a person whose future lies in their wake
these attempts to figure out the cosmos
galaxies that are majestic, in flow
we are destined for a much greater plan
one that surpasses the ego from man
my eyes lock up at the bright ether skies
the things I know are small, amidst the lies
these concepts intrigue my mind for lots more
I thirst for the knowledge I lack in my core
laying my organized thoughts out to bare
explicitly showing how much I care
my focus aligns with the work I love
I softly caress my sweet angel dove
embracing these sound times that transform you
admitting your faults, crying out the blue
I am sorry for the things I did then
I feel so insecure.. I want that zen
suddenly I am hugged by an angel
it’s okay, my child.. I will make you well
this sense of refreshing energy gives
a lot to us, the life force that still lives
our bodies decay, our soul holds
onto the only thing that makes us bold
hang on for dear life to what you do love
we might have fallen.. but we ascend above
to my dear reader who has read these words,
your vision will clear when sin tries to blur
but fear not, my fellow traveler friend
as bleak as it seems.. this is not the end
so remember your true colors that shine
painting an image that is worth your time
good luck on your new days that lie ahead,
those offers will soon arrive by a thread..