Alexander Thomas Poems
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The Devil's Dance
I sold my soul to the devil,
For a half-hearted wink and a thirst quenching drink,
But not water instead poisonous ink,
To it I hold a mirror,
It will blink to its own reflection and the truth will sink,
To its own tricks it didn't think.
Our spirit can't be broken by sticks or stones,
But words can forever haunt our bones,
A heated war of hearts and minds,
By which a path to divine victory entwines.
The devil writhes from within ourselves,
Deeply inside you and I it delves,
Nimbly I walked through fires of hell,
To try to break this ...
Out from the duct of the eye of time,
The slow trickle of a widening river of emotion,
Meandering from the dusty heavens sublime,
From the first drop into a boundless ocean,
A fountain of love into the cosmos to climb.
Light mixing in murky pools to make life teem,
The stirrings of immortal consciousness does reflect,
The flow of all things into the eye to stream,