Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I once left Hell City
on the wing of a wild falcon.
I entrusted my exit to his soar.
His talons bore deep into a
sleep slope when he landed,
his crag, my new home.
But when I arrived,
I was petrified, his savage
eyes pierced my side,
I bled from the head
as his beak pounded
my skull with fury and
frantic poke! Violent was
his untamed frenzy!
He was a savage beast!

I learned a lesson from
this adventure.
Never flirt with heaven.
Hades is illusion, created
in a mind!

Blind is the seeker
of paradise!
Look inside!
It is where
you reside!

kinda like that home
i was always searchin
for, found out the only
place it could be was
inside of me.............

very awesome poem, and a great message.

you said it just perfectly!

Thanks much WiredOne, Dixie, and Who Am I for confirming what we all knew already.

I sorta feel like Dorothy......