Nature, By Angela K. Brown

Red tepid water

drains through building

blocks of slothful thought.

Thrust winds, rain, sleet build

red energy from lightning in

the sky moldering in deception.

A scented red rose with

long thickly sharp prongs

speak of gayety pride.

A red liquid imprint from

an old newspaper personal

dreary same sex ad.

A tornado battled winds blew

down the red old country barn

in derivity of old tired accusations.

Awakening death dreary dark dark dark

black clouds with tiers of

red voices speak of

despair, agony and fear.

Red sun rays piercing

confused signs of life of

a lustful inquiry.

Chilly air rips through

the wear and tear

of a red old

withered

jacket

beaten

and

denied.

Prayer, By Angela K Brown

The humble agility

Of a silent verse;

Is the righteous grace

And a humble virtue;

As the Holy Ghost

Is the divine spirit

To my soul.

To consume valor;

To alter loss;

Is an angels affirmation

To the lost and departed.

At the parting of day,

In harmony with peace;

A prayer inhibits

Hope and love.

Religion, By Angela K Brown

The silent stillness of quiet hem,

Is a supple revisal of holy praise?

A holy ghost touches many souls

Where angels rise and shadows rest.

And as the day ends

And gospel fades

A prayer inhibits a familiar beginning.

Transformation, By Angela K Brown

The temperament of the body

Is at service to the soul

We consume life through experience

We alter death through salvation

Aspiration is found through desire

And destiny is met through transition.