IMAGINATION
BY ANTHONY ‘CROW’ LINEBAUGH
Holy Men tell us,
Life is a mystery
And we embrace this thought,
So happily
But, some mysteries bite,
And then they bark
And swallow our lives
When it gets dark
Through rain and shadow,
Storm or squall,
When daylight retreats
Does night swallow all
If good is so bright
And evils all gloom
Isn’t it high evil walls,
This world entombs?
For now could come
My end in a blinding dark fall
When darkness claims
My shining day
Snaps, demands and has its way …
Sometimes in silence
That darkness comes,
Sometimes with a gleeful bang I drum
Embrace love if its not too late
But so many would rather
Sleep with hate
For belief requires no suspension
To see true hell
Is man’s invention
We build its flames
And stoke the fires
While hope expires
But heaven was Creator’s creation
For we all can create our inner salvation
And in the end, even desperation
I won’t be the one that laughs it off as imagination. | ACL