PoeM |
Oh what a sight we all would beif you'd hear the stars, as they speak to mewe'd hear God's laughter, be nature proudno Armageddon, no darkened cloudand at the end of all earth's timenot just nature pr...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 22:00:00 GMT |
Poem |
And there are times my soul feels raw,with what I've known, what my mind saw,when self-forced unto a vision-dream,I laughed, I cried, I hoped, I screamed. Where I'm at now, the good lord knows,My hear...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 10:35:00 GMT |
Poem |
While seeing, it's not true who we're being,And crying way deep center heart.I am knowing, our best just isn't showing,and perhaps we all need a fresh start. I can tell, that society's hell,it gets ha...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 19:03:00 GMT |
PoEm |
If everyone's glass that I can see thru, I'm still left to wondering if what I see's true, or underneath all in center of soul, can people still hide what in lifes their true goal...
As I sit and...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
poem |
And then so unexpected, a star shines down on you
you see out of your eyes with love, knowing what is true
A smile in your eye again, and everybody knows
inspiration tapped your heart, and it's...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 01:56:00 GMT |
poem |
Wanting Peace, Hope for Love
Should I give this world a shove?
Is it good, is it bad
And which side is it makes you glad?
Having Heart, Breathing Hope
Trying to let my heart cope
What is false,...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:29:00 GMT |
a poem |
The stars, at once, can speak
and if so you should hear
their quiet voices whisper
they watch us, hold us dear.
They've watched us throughout time
and see what there's to see
what only I don't ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:46:00 GMT |
a poem |
This insane life
so spinning and so full of strife
I watch the days go by
people harsh my natural high.
When I was younger
driven by fun & not heart's hunger
I could see
what good there mite could...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 06:22:00 GMT |
poem |
Brainwaves speaking to me, in a way I do not know
how can I be hearing, from places I can't go.
From child to adult, I hear from one and all
I know I shouldn't listen, yet I answer spirits call...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 08:32:00 GMT |
poem |
WHETHER LOVING OR HATING, WE DO THIS TOGETHER
GET IT RIGHT AND FOR SURE, IN GOD'S CAP GOES A FEATHER
HE'LL WEAR IT IN HONOR BELONGING TO US
WE ALL JUST DECIDED TO BE ON THE SAME BUS.
NO NEED TO...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 12:20:00 GMT |
