Revelations

My life is a rose that is steadily rising.

Only good can come of undying application of vocation.

Vocation will end the hungry tide in progress.

Bonnie knows her wind and the strength of her underlings.

Who will rise to the occasion higher?

And befall utter aspiration of winging nightingales.

Oh goodness!

Be only a mystery of talent beheld by the stars of Mars.

Must promising dreams be so far away?

I’m sure Venus will ensure fair play,

Of those who will of confidence.

Spiritual guidance will reflect,

Undeniable abilities to affect masses to free spirituality.

For do not give in to false hopes of grief.

God ensures your destiny.

No one else can till your land as best as you can.

Idle ghosts give us hope away from blood, gore and death.

Depots of lost bodies will not interfere if we allow their help,

To be of spiritual uplifting for retrieval of ghosts foreseen.

Love yourself above all else.

Revelations will live on for years,

Endurance for glorious rites of victories soon in sight.

Beautiful applause for revival of dying senses.

Don’t you recall the beautiful fall of your rising incenses?

Listen and learn for further questions answered.

All in all I am the Fall of Revelations.

God bless, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist

Hear a discussion of this poem on my latest podcast.