mark anthony st. rose
Poetry chose me, I didn't voluntarily enter this path. However after much reluctance I gave in and now I am transformed by poetry and writing on the whole. I have written many books, but book so far i have published one of them it is entitled Heaven's Secret. Anyone who wishes to contact me can do so by emailing me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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mark anthony st. rose Poems
This facebook generation seems to think life is one big photo opt. It seems as if they are obsessively in love with themselves, trapped in a narcissistic shallow bubble as it were.
Road To Perfection
We behold a common error, imperfection at its best. We try to hide our faults, pretending to win this test.
The Power Of Silence
Angels beckoned by the sounds of silent bells, as if it fills the air with the irony of harmony, and a symphony that crescendos towards heaven's hills. There is a sweet silence filled with Nature's sounds;
Who killed Sunshine?
Who killed Sunshine? Tore this rising globe from the sky, with many sad voices asking-why? Now, there is no sunshine when she's gone,
A love away
I awake to the sun of the sombre morn, ten thousand pieces my heart is torn, like fallen petals on a windy land, and parting kisses blown by my hand.
My Indian Beauty
My Indian beauty from Sangre Grande Came and met me in lonely city. Now I was African and all too pure, But still our love was sealed and sure,
I WRITE POETRY
I write poetry, I write poetry because silence is what my soul speaks, And this silence is deafening like the cries of pains Emanating from a fallen world and rains
She betrayed death that night, she stole his relentless force, deflecting it with her soul of strength, embolstered by a recently found faith,
The Kingdom's Freedom
Looking at the mountainside, the river flowing stream. Wrapped up in eternity, Inside life's warp dream.
If i could only find the right words
If I could find the right words to convey my love, I would write them in the stars the skies above. For pages too temporary, too finite, too frail, though generations lasts still cannot break mortality's veil.
Sunset and Sunrise
As the sun behind the horizon descends, bestows an orange upon the sea makes the water glitter like gold, but suddenly this fades,
His soul escaped into a grand mythical sea, danced sweetly upon star-filled shores. He saw the diamond gleam flew from heaven's doors, and a Godlike structure without face or form
Let me rediscover you, Explore your body, Curve by curve, Contour by contour.
God Is A Genius
Creation; the formal expression of this Divine Energy is a testament to this fact. Study it trenchantly and be prepared to be spiraled into a fathomless abyss of awe and wonder. Like a child you will become fascinated by the magic that constantly surrounds.
Quotationsmore quotations »
''God is axiomatic; he needs no definition nor explanation. When you doubt just take a long look around you.''Mark Anthony St. Rose
''True education begins and ends with self-knowledge. Therefore like the true self it is boundless; it has no end.''inspirational
''There can be no higher purpose nor duty than to share and teach love.''Mark- Anthony St. Rose
''Life is a journey of mind. And man is the vessel that carries this mind. Therefore based on this premise it is safe to conclude that man does not evolve, but mind does.''Mark-Anthony St. Rose
''If earth cannot touch the sublime edges of Heaven, then I propose that we bring Heaven down to earth so that all men may taste even temporarily of its infinite sweetness.''Mark-Anthony St. Rose
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This facebook generation seems to think life is one big photo opt.
It seems as if they are obsessively in love with themselves,
trapped in a narcissistic shallow bubble as it were.
The world of onlookers become their mirror
and when persons fail to notice,
or notice negatively,
they feel as if their mirror is cracked.
And no longer the most beautiful of them All,
they are dejected to the point of throwing themselves
of a f%#*king wall.
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