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The Insecurity Of Security

The Insecurity Of Security

What makes anyone become insecure;
what makes them live in doubt;
pride can become insecurity’s cure;
unless pride decides to shout.

For pride has been known to go too far;
risking that its host might fall;
pride redefines who and what we are;
ignoring the

Something To Buy

Something To Buy

I was walking the aisles of my grocery store;
in search of something to buy;
I had, long ago, lost a woman, I adore;
and shopping, now made me cry.

With her; shopping had become like a game;
trying to find whatever she wanted;
shopping, without her,

The Component

The Component

I’m a living component of creation;
a mere droplet of falling rain;
completely obsorbed by evaporation;
predestined to rain again.

I am but a leaf from the tree of life;
a caterpillar in the coccoon;
a husband in search of his wife;
a baby, resting in the

A Piece Of My Heart

A Piece Of My Heart

All of us have our own secrets, within[
thoughts we’re unwilling to share;
most don’t even know where to begin;
to find someone to care.

It seems impossible, someone loves me;
I feel so lost and ashamed;
I’ve not even become what

An Ocean Called Love

An Ocean Called Love

Love begins hot with passion’s fire;
nothing can cool love down;
wisdom is infused with love’s desire;
without love; life would drown.

Often, even love becomes routine;
sacrificing much of its mystery;
too many. regard love as a dream;
condemning their love to history.

The Uncertainty Of It All

The Uncertainty Of It All

We live daily in a world where all is seen and heard;
with destiny hinting at what’s coming our way;
where we’re told; “there’s never a discouraging word”
and, that “the skies are not cloudy all day.”

Words of encouragement from “Home

In Touch With Humanity

In Touch With Humanity

What is this thought; this feeling of touch;
what kind of road does it pave;
sometimes, it’s too little; sometimes, too much;
we feel it; from cradle to grave.

Could it be the splash of a friend or lover;
upon the shores of our thought;

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