The Mercy Fields Poem by Derrick Puente

To drown in a sea of forgiveness
Or with the stroke of a brush heal
To suffer for Powers unyielding
To dream of strawberry fields

'The water is tempting no worries
The pull of the current will ease
A hand full of stones and a mission
And Death will hand me his keys.'

'A stroke of a petulant color
Indigo on a vibrant red
A pull of a careless trigger
And a titan of color falls dead.'

'The fruit seems humble, but mighty
Lascivious victual on the vine
Perhaps just a portion will gather
And clear the clouds from my mind.'

'The sands have a careless hunger
They thirst eternally
With a bite of a serpent I'll conquer
Rome shall never claim me! '

'Dachau in a jar I have sealed
Entombing a heart that is wrung
With the invisible hand I will tumble
For only the good die young.'

'The poppies are falling from heaven
They take everyone as they are
Even fame I say, can be lonely
Nevermind I dream of afar.'

'Love unfulfilled has no mercy
Destroying like only love can
Profoundly it feels like we're dying
The bane of unconquerable man.'

'My ruin was the doom of a woman
In the scandal of love for a youth
Silence was my only refuge
Death came with the speaking of truth.'

'Without wisdom two hearts can be broken
When love is met on a whim
Age is Loves only reason,
But careless when the years are trim.'

'Guilt is a powerful demon
Worse when the guilt has a claim
To prosecute you like a felon,
Who killed the Messiah for gain.'

'Shame is ungovernable sorrow
The world will seem like a dream
Every hour distorts the future
Toppling both mother and queen.'

'Like a swan whose summers have ended
Whose glory has faded with Fall
The Siberian Winter is calling
And the lion must heed the call.'

'Beauty is nothing, its vapor,
For it does not mirror the heart
With a Dr.'s consent even idols
Can render their beauty apart.'

'The Word is miraculous genius
Giving reason and comfort to man
But the bearer of words finds no solace,
When he just stops giving a damn.'

Do not call it a crime, when it's mercy
Is the only thing left in the end
When the soul has given up trying
When the spirit can no longer defend

So sweet the last supplications
When all is shattered and gone
When Sheols' hands are enshrouding
Where we don't have to be strong.