Lord |
Lord, My soul is ripped with riotIncited by my wicked diet."We are what we eat," said a wise old man.Lord, if that's true, I'm a garbage can.I want to rise on Judgment Day, that's plain,But, at my pr...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 21:06:00 GMT |
Soul |
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door;On her divine majorityObtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt her low gate;Unmoved, an emperor is kneelingUpon her mat. I've k...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 18:33:00 GMT |
Ascension |
THE ASCENSION Mired down in struggleSeeking to get freeThoughts of life engrossingThis vision that I seeCaught within this boundaryKnow that I'll break throughCaptured by emotionsMy strength will now ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
Love feels no burden |
Love feels no burden,thinks nothing of trouble,attempts what is above its strength,pleads no excuse of impossibility...It is therefore able to undertake all things,and it completes many things,and war...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 22:23:00 GMT |
A pale moon shines |
Sitting here alone, conflicting thoughts of a simple mind
without simple needs and pleasure.
Waiting here, answers leaving without explanations of where to begin again,
slow death creeping...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 12:02:00 GMT |
Conflicting thoughts |
Sitting here thoughts of confusions running through my head
Where did I go?
What have I done?
Waiting here answers leaving me without explainations
of where to begin again.
I'm half the one I&nb...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 20:04:00 GMT |
My World ( Leap of Faith ) |
Stranded upon the shore...she lies awake...sensing the Beast.. screaming unspoken words...she runs...and runs...she spreads her wings and takes a leap of Faith... flying into the night...the wind wisp...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 17:04:00 GMT |
My World ( The Calling ) |
She approaches the edge of the cliff.. the night full of Fury..
the stars singing with the rythem of the wind...
She opens her arms and lets faith carry her wings.. landing softly..
riding the wave o...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 14:38:00 GMT |
My World ( Sweet Smell ) |
She wanders among the creek....stops and smells the Daffodils...How Sweet the Smell...
She stops and listens...she can hear him..she can sense him...she can feel him... she can smell him
She reaches i...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 16:31:00 GMT |
My World |
As she sits by the creek of hopeful sorrows, she uses a stick to draw melody's into the sand....
Oh how she wishes the promising wind would pick up and
start playing the Song..... Her Song.........
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 16:21:00 GMT |
