Hidden Feelings

My feelings for you are like tears of a clown,
You may never see them because there is paint over his frown,
A clown is a lonely person,
although never alone,
when the paint comes off,
he still has to go home.
I juggle my thoughts,
and weigh all my facts,
It gets really hard,
going through life as an act.
So I'll put on some paint,
and I'll make me a smile,
and my feelings for you,
you won't so for a while.

Micheal R. Levreault

The Harvest

From the horizon as the sun rises,
To the sounthern rivers flow,
The wind blows,
The flowers bloom,
The grass glimmers in the sun's afternoon,
The sound from the flowing rivers confirming it is time,
Time to be thankful to The Shield;
Time to go into the field,
and have the God-given promise,
All is green,
All is ripe,
All is ready to take in on the scene,
As a chosen people.
It is time,
we should all be strengthened,
For the harvest gives a transformation,
Conformation to The Supreme,
A revelation revealed and to be taken in only by the chosen...
The chosen generation.
This harvest gives a full replenish to the soul,
Deep, like the river flows,
The soul will yearn deeply for the harvest's Father,
As lives move together
With His heart,
His mind and soul,
And His ambiance fills each soul,
...and overflows,
As our hearts and His beat as one.

Scorpion's Sting

Like a repeated song that never ends,
Sounding over and over like a haunting nursery rhyme,
Its at the top of my head,
I can almost sing it in my sleep,
Say it,
I know it,
I understand it,
I have been told of it time and time again,
Don't I listen?
Once bitten twice shy, they say,
It's been said for ages,
Why can't I stop myself if I know I will only harm myself?
hypnotized,
paralysed,
my emotions come synthesized...
to the rhythm.
The probability is at its zenith,
It's funny 'cause I know how it works,
...and destroys!
I know that when it bites,
it doesn't let go,
...at least for a while,
It goes in too deep, to the soul within;
Its poison stays within and paralyzes the mind,
...makes it like it's not your own.
Now the heart is at its best;
and nothing...
no one can stop it,
Thoughts are not coherent most of the time,
speech is impaired,
sight is programed to one thing,
...one person,
hearing is focused to sweetness,
touch stays longing for that one day;
to last forever...
taste is mystified of its wonder,
heart remains in yearning;
...for that one moment,
That confirming moment of truth.
But haven't they said?
Haven't they told me?
Isn't it so evident?
...hypnotized by the scorpion's sting.