POEATREEMAN: I AM THE CHISEL | POEATREEMAN on Xanga

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I AM THE CHISEL | POEATREEMAN on Xanga

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Thursday, 08 March 2012

WHO CARVED
MY OWN LIFE.

I STAND
AS A PORTRAIT.

TO SHOW
WHAT I AM LIKE.

MY FOUNDATION
WAS STONE.

STRONGER
WITH GOD.

I HAD
TO HOLD UP.

LIFE
HAD ITS CRACKS.

MY HEART WAS SOFT
FOR LOVE
TOOK THE BLOWS.

MY CARES WERE HEAVY
I HAD TO CARRY
THE LOAD.

MY STRENGTH
WAS STRONGER.

FOR GOD CAME ALONG.

MY WEAKNESS PRETENDING
HE WAS NOT THERE AT ALL.

MY FAITH
IS THE MOUNTAIN
THAT MOVES VERY SLOW.

MY HOPE
IS MY DREAM
I WILL SEE HIM AGAIN.

MY LOVE
WILL STAY WITH HIM
FOR HE IS MY FRIEND.

BEYOND ETERNITY
WILL NOT BE THE END.

LOVE WILL FIND HIM
I WILL BE
WITH HIM AGAIN.

DEDICATED TO
@atotheg1991

POEATREEMAN

SCULPTOR
I AM MY OWN CHISEL.
CARVED
BY MY OWN HAND

GOD MADE ME A POET
THAT I WOULD UNDERSTAND
HE FORGED MY HEART
IN HIS GOLDEN HANDS

MAN HAMMERED MY SOUL
YET I STILL STAND
HE HAS TAKEN ME
THROUGH WAR
WOUNDED MY SOUL
HUMANITY I PRAY
WILL FIND PEACE TODAY.
FOR TOMORROWS SORROWS
WILL BE HAMMERED
TODAY.

EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
3/8/2012
COPYRIGHT@2012

POEATREEMAN
I AM MY OWN
MOSAIC

I JUST HAVE NOT
PUT THE PIECES
TOGETHER.

FOR WHEN I DO
YOU WILL TRULY
SEE
WHAT IS ME.

A POET
WHO CARES
FOR THEE.

EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
5/22/2012
COPYRIGHT@2012

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