Could be

The seven heavens above,
The seven deadly sins below;
In between the battle ground,
of mind, body and soul.

Heaven and Hell,
Day and Night;
Good and Evil,
the endless fight.

It's victory for one
or the other;
There's always a soul
to win!

Internal Monologues

It spilleth again,
this rain, this pain;
The clouds rent asunder,
by the roar of thunder...
in still silence I look back and wonder!

Time hath not healed!
Recollection hath neither tempered nor steeled!
The memory doth neither wither nor fade!
Verily it is a blade of jade, verdant and alive!

Please resolve, yea dissolve;
this floe of ice into Thy river of compassion Lord,
for greater is Thy suffering and love!

Still regrets

You were a lonely voice
crying out in the night -
Hold my hand friend
and make it all right..
I haven't got the will to
stand up and fight.

But we hear you not fully
when you most needed us;
Were busy with other things
thinking Life is what life does.

No we realize
the heavy price we paid;
as the joy that could so simply have been ours
does disappear and fade.

Forgive me i pray
Every single lonely day;
to You and myself
to God and the Angels above...
Till we meet again,
in His land of Love.

Time Passages

Four months to this day,
has it been since you passed away;
into the great unknown.

Wrapped in mystery,
shrouded in silence;
your being gone, still doesn't make sense.

I pray that the prayers,
we so hopelessly send;
do somehow make an amend,
for what we did begin and what time did end.

Vaya Con Dios!

Oh Bro

flesh of my flesh,
blood of my blood;
estranged in body
connected in soul...

where art thou now?
dwell in the heart
of the One pure;
I pray you find
a heavenly cure.

I struck the board and cried 'no more'!

take away my pleasure,
take away my pain;
i am amazed at Thy creation,
but I don't wanna be born again!

oh what's the use, if it
makes no sense;
what matters whither one cometh from,
or goes whence?
:)

Tell me please

Was it Fate,
or Freewill;
My heart,
it does wonder still.

The way you came,
the way you went;
was it all done,
or as yet unspent?

A question that haunts,
and forever will;
Time for this once,
doth stand still.