MONICA MAARTENS

 

MONICA MAARTENS

 

Pieces Of Me

 

Pieces of my heart lay scattered around,

pieces of my soul trampled aground,

pieces of my spirit broken by strife,

pieces of my flesh struck by a knife...

 

Innocent and pure, swallowed by life,

ignorant and naive, trust severed by strife,

pulled through all the pain of hell,

cast aside into a polluted well...

 

Broken and beaten into the world,

daily battles through evils so twirled,

heart, soul and spirit pray for freedom of flesh,

restoration so pure and fresh...

 

Pieces of my heart lay scattered around,

pieces of my soul trampled aground,

pieces of my spirit broken by strife,

pieces of my flesh struck by a knife...

 

Oh dear Lord, please save my soul,

release my spirit and make me whole,

lift me from my darkened hell,

heal my wounds and make me well.

Zararia Yul © Copyright

 

Angel Kisses

 

Whispering whisps of angel kisses,

drift upon the air and land on my cheek...

their silent voices enter my ears

with messages of love and hope devouring fears...

I know they're near when I feel their touch

caress my face and stir my hair...

they help me through the darkest nights

and lift the veil so I can see,

they're there when evil spreads temptations,

luring us into dishonourable situations,

guiding us with clues and words of deliverance

to escape the nets with insightful assurance,

angel kisses dancing upon the breeze,

bringing sweet comfort through every squeeze.

Zararia Yul © Copyright

 

Captured Angels

 

There is a story of ancient origin,

angels wanting to share in humanity,

feel what it feels like to play in insanity,

yet forgot to ask the cost of their endeavours,

before too long they all fell from grace,

shackled and chained in almighty disgrace,

to supposedly be the rulers in hell...

slaves they became but none would tell,

as angels they had to destroy Gods creation,

defile, despise and cause a sensation,

angels in hell using Satans formation

to seduce the young and wrap them in shame...

then they take control of broken souls,

with smooth charisma suck them into webs,

relieve their pain with drugs and drink,

make them feel better but yet they sink,

like leaves in the wind thrown about,

used and discarded like second hand trash,

younger and younger the victims became

until little babies were raped as game...

rivers flood with children’s tears,

mothers and fathers smothered with fears...

entire humanity sucked into the system,

from head to tail in the belly of the serpent.

Zararia Yul © Copyright

MONICA MAARTENS

 

MONICA MAARTENS: South African born Poetess running with life, falling and rising again and again, sharing her experiences and knowledge gained, through her poetic stories of life, love, soul and adventures. Enjoy. Thank you.