Eternally Onward

Eternally Onwards

The age of reason
Has come and gone
Deceit and pleasure
Are number one

Young I thought
Life is long
Now times goes by
A passing gong

The thrill of life
Is in the learning
Living on the edge
Lacks all discerning

Wisdom comes
Too late for most
The body is weak
Our soul’s host

Truth and beauty
Sounds like a chime
Yet evils lurks
Throwing on it
Lies of slime

To seek true joy
In life, ain’t easy
The right path
Not for weak kneed

Many go wrong
With thoughts
Of second chances
There is no going back
No happenstances

Cherish the beauty
Open your heart
To love
Then it will lift
Heart and mind
Way up above

In an instant
This plane is gone
Only good spirits
Spring eternally on

By- G. Miguel Perez-Santalla

Copyright 2015

Great Smoky Mountains – A poem

Smokey MountainsSmokey Mountains

Still and plain

On its horizon

Questions raised

As a hand

Reaching for the sky

The range seems to call

As it crests at different heights

Should I move?

Or must I stay still?

I am dared to do

May I be killed?

Strength in silence

May appear as weakness

Thought and patience

A cloak not meekness

Standing strong

As the omnipresent watches

Mountains ever a witness

To the great virtue of prudence

*Inspired by the art work of Clark Ensminger

Copyright 2015

-Miguel Perez-Santalla

Beauty’s Beast

Beauty often

ImageIs the word
Comes to mind
No vision blurred

They move with grace

With Silent power
Feminine character
Controls all hours

Time is part

Of whom they are
The past, present
Their strong tower

Potential of life

Always present
The womb their gift
A loving presence

In union,

With creation
They bestow
Mankind as infants
World will grow

Weaker is

The one who pines
To take control
A selfish wine

To steal the beauty

A pitiful thief
Envy and bitterness
He fights to keep

Creation cannot be taken

He learns to slow
Turns to death
Sadly mistaken

To harness the supremacyImage

Is not the key
To be the servant
Will set him free

Not destruction

Not for self
Will accomplishments
Prevail

In giving as a willing slave
Beauty is captured
And is tamed
To look upon with awe
A right
No longer shame

Miguel Perez-Santalla