poetry reading – Page 38 – WILDsound Festival

Bells of Creation, Poetry by Deborah L. Kelly

As I dream through my midnight
hours, angels sing in my ear;
melodic symphonies play
in the air that surrounds me.
Love encircles me as I hope
for Truth to heal my bleeding,
mortal heart.

Barbie, Poetry by Hlox Da Rebel

When Barbie is irrelevant,
Pick up your weapon,child;
You are not just a pretty face,
Even roses have thorns;
You are faced with a mask wearing world;