it was years ago let the truth ago
when I first existed as a seed
then i was formed into a baby yet just maybe
I would see things in a sought...
in heaven the stage is set for all the whole host of players to take their place
not about perfection but we are being perfected daily by...
on a sunset morn before the rooster crows
a knock on my front porch door
feeling a knot in my throat I doze again
sleep upon sleep to an...
we make plans we break plans yet do we give in it all depends
through the playing field we grieve and smile yet to know all the great while
for I seek solace from the very fibers on her being
her placid smile that permeates a resolve of sympathy
love is the very fabric of her existence...
we can think then relax a bit
take a sip or to of coffee until I give my foot a push
nestled in the very fabric of a fresh pile of manure
I equate love captured in a magnificent stone or that of a pearl of great price.
Once this life is lived you never get a second chance at which to...
there is a smile below
there is a smile above
betwixt the heart of praise
a lonely heart found love
a soul devides then parts
trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush
we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when...
The deeper the hurt, the more time it will take to work through forgiveness.
Though we have a responsibility to take the initiative soon after...
greed in your teeth the flick of a cigarette
getting everything you want at the supermarket store
she's on time again and then we pause to think...
it had started to rain on the night that she first decided
to make her way onto a graveyard scene for it was none other but Halloween
a black cat...
woke up today looked at your picture to get me started
love is a gamble and I'm so glad that I'm winning
your eyes glisten in the sun ready for...
yet there are voices with choices
life can make you think
through the notion of a sphere
let's its member draw near
for I shed a single tear to...
through these spaces
in search of hidden traces
wouldn't you like to be
inside of the life of a bumble bee
what are we willing to achieve
What Are We Protesting For ?
a call to the west
we must clearly confess
all of life is a big test
through pillars of sought after dignity
It clings to the cliffed shore,
to the wintered face of the thistle path,
to the fingers of the old man's glove
as he waves his memory homeward...
This is for the ladies who do nothing shady
live, laugh & cry
As time goes by a beckoning call
to relish in the memories of your past
each of us is faced with a decision
a heart that burns and is ever giving
some go through deep moments alone
others ponder a new way of escape...
heads are slowly coming together
mark the one willing to explore
it may be the cult of personality
stirring up its gravity
but who am I to say...
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