Black•Red•Gold

Secretly in our own darkness of hurts and pains untold

sometimes we find those who are able to uphold

in solidarity the burdens we carry and mostly keep properly in fold

without healing, our hearts turn black and cold

How do we go back?

Do we allow the creator to further break the pieces of what’s left in order to mold...

mold us into the love He told, the love He showed

a rough and lonely walk down this road

Crimson or bright red like blood or fire

life...love

either or,

no..both

we all desire in our longing yearns for what lasts, sometimes we accept love for hire

exchanging this for that, bartering with our buyer

slowly lowering our bar of standards, those things we require

of our love

quality of life we must consider...conspire

to find a love that releases life, releases our souls to run through the jungle like a tiger

untamed, uncontained, unchained

free ripping and racing like a California fire

Shiney and solid, gold, a symbol

across the world it shows status, an indication of whose royal, to all a clear signal

either pure or tainted, bright or dim, no ground in the middle

the color, the metal, a person...answer your own riddle

we all strive toward the light

we all want to give life

like the sun, like the beauty of what’s reflected through a diamond or crystal

we all think we’re pure and bright like that twinkle of pure gold

but are we?

Only when we strive to live like we are above the dismal

of this dim world, because we know who our creator is!

Shaizenn • December 15, 2018