Only The Strong Love
It’s oft been said, “Only the strong, survive;”
it holds deeper meaning than most know;
you could be, physically, the strongest, alive;
and, not know how, to make love grow.
Love is a most mystical, eternal power;
its force is required to make us grow;
Observations Of Thoughts
My voice is a note on the musical scale;
my tears, are but droplets of sea;
the truth of reality is behind the veil;
while my body struggles to be.
My hair is the grass that grows on my face;
my ears acquaint me with sound;
my
The Words Of Thought
Thoughts are evidence of truth’s perfection;
for thoughts simply can’t lie;
due to the thoughts of man’s rejection;
man became destined to die.
Words are the weakness in communication;
thoughts are laid out; very specific;
words are thoughts; transformed to precipitation;
unfortuately, becoming
The Power Grid
There’s a grid, or network, transmiting power,
out, and over, a far reaching area;
if it collapses, or goes down, more than an hour;
it could produce mass hysteria.
That power grid, covers the entire nation;
signaling a flaw in our nation’s defenses;
a much
A Walk In The Park
The dawn of a new day, rises with the sun;
my mind is to become a clean slate;
my mind overflows with what I’ve done;
and the changes, I’ve made, too late.
Words that I’ve uttered in innocence;
have devastated ones that
The Throne Of Pride
Forgiveness is harder to give; than receive;
but love is all about giving;
love in forgiving; more than we believe;
makes our lives worth living.
Love is an ocean, governed by its tide;
its circular motion; an ebb and flow;
within its waters, all life’s
The Curse Of Success
A warning is issued; those climbing the ladder;
that well known ladder to success;
though you may enjoy your wallet being fatter;
it could well lead to endless distress.
The climb is oft induced by hidden purpose;
for everything’s always done for a reason;
pride
The Sketch Artist
I have always longed to be an artist;
drawn to paintings and sketches;
I’ve unskilled hands but try my hardest;
but, my detracters, all, are wretches.
I’ve longed to be a sketch artist;
a pencil and paper; my tools.
You need not be the smartest;
