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
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,
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.
Oh eternal everlasting Sublime, cleanse this filthy heart of mine. Remove my sins in which I wallow, so that I may start a new life tomorrow.
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;
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.
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
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,
In a room filled with purple flowers, and petal laden floors. with silk satin lonely hours, and hearts with broken doors.
Into a God I slowly become, my hands transformed an angel eagle wings and like a bird I soar like stars suspended
Beauty her body captures like a prisoner, she walks with a grace that defines her, well- fitted into a suit of perfection's flesh, she passes the time she passes the test,
' Hail Mary, mother of God' i begin my prayer, but dumbly the statues watches without a care. and i clutch my heart in my despair, wondering is heaven really there?
A Fallen Star
When a star falls from sky, And darkness temporarily wins Over imperishable light, And angels tears like diamonds flight
Affair Une Sexuale
I've hurt all my hurts, and cried all my cries. I've embolden my soul, from all your evil lies.
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.''Mark-Anthony St. Rose
''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
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,
and the sun disappears
leaving a black upon the sea.
But wait! the moon appears,
a different light,
mellow upon the sea.
Now silver is the sea like spotless snows
in a pleasant delight.
A cloud then appears and the moon conceals
the light dim disappears and never returns.
Suddenly the golden sun appears
upon the sea its light once more shines.
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