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Your Face

What is so special about your face;
that one you’ve chosen to share;
the picture you’ve elected to embrace;
upon which all others stare?

It’s a constant picture of who you are;
you never leave it behind.
From it you’re known, wide and far;
for it

Growing Young

We started our new lives as very old;
we had much we needed to learn;
though empty in knowledge and gold;
youth actually gave energy to burn.

We started this life with new identity;
with knowledge wherever we’d turn;
within us we had a natural affinity;
and a childlike

Waves Of Life

Waves come across the beach;
firmly pressing down on the sand;
all of life is within his reach;
responding to his command.

For he is the Master of his realm;
the captain of all fates;
he’s always found at his helm;
his love, to us; he relates.

He designed

We're Thirsty

What is it that motivates actions and thought:
and dictates the paths that we choose;
that which internally says what we ought;
and governs all points of views?

Why do we feel the way that we feel;
that becomes what we think, say and do;
creator of all, to us,

Weigh Anchors

When the sailing ship keeps drifting around;
it requires something to keep it steady;
it needs an anchor to keep it bound;
till, for sailing, the crew makes it ready.

I feel very much like that ship at sea;
my anchor was lost to attrition;
floating aimlessly around, is me;

Fear Of Success

Fear is the great crippling disease;
it freezes a part of the mind;
preventing success with ease;
while shriveling up your spine.

Fear is brought on by many things;
such as spiders, bees, and bats;
there’s no accounting for all it brings;
public speaking, darkness, and rats.

Our best

The Dance

Two strangers eyes meet;  glances, exchanging;
each feeling the mist; an air of romance;
all around them, a distance, maintaining;
for they had joined in the dance.

Eyes of two strangers, together from afar;
it’s such a mystery; this energy, enhance;
neither, able to recall where they are;
a

To Mourn

There is an emptiness few understand;
a void only God can fill.
That precious energy beyond our hand,
whose voice has suddenly gone still.

We reach out in vain to grasp it once more,
but tears must suffice in its place.
We know not what remains in store,
but can

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