Answers In The Wind

Answers In The Wind

Wisdom and knowledge are both the same;
viewed from a different perspective;
to obtain knowledge; both must remain;
tho inspiration becomes reflective.

Inspiration is when knowledge is challenged;
truth is tempted to descend;
wisdom and knowledge; both, equally balanced;
so, wisdom is cast to the winds.

Look Me In The Eye

Look Me In The Eye

There used to be a logical suggestion;
for catching someone in a lie;
whenever you ask them a question;
always look them in the eye.

Considered a measure of consequence;
a subtle form of facial attack;
liars in most every circumstance;
often could not look

There Is No Luck

There Is No Luck

There simply is no such thing as luck;
only a conflict of destiny and choice;
it’s just a fool’s way to pass the buck;
when you fail to hear God’s voice.

We face an endless array of choices;
suggesting the way we’re

Light Of Day

Light Of Day

I’m living a nightmare, in the light of day;
knowning not where to turn;
in search of truths; to show me the way;
while the passions of past, still burn.

Why has life become complex and vain;
it all seemed so simple, when young;
all we

Metamorphosis Of Love

Metamorphosis Of Love

Change is a constant of the human condition;
nothing ever remains the same;
change rarely occurs of our own volition;
sometimes destiny gets the blame.

Emotions and thoughts change like the weather;
on the horizon; storm clouds gather;
no thoughts on our minds shall last forever;
there’

Failures Give Up

Failures Give Up

I look back, in sadness, on yesterday;
remembering all my past mistakes;
attempting to construct, a new today;
not knowing if I have what it takes.

I’ve lived many lives; combined into one;
doing my best to succeed;
once all of my horse trading is done;

Where Cold Winds Blow

Where Cold Winds Blow

I’m an errant piece of abandened scrap paper;
a breeze; taking me; where I must go;
constantly in search of the Master’s favor;
destined to go; where cold winds blow.

I’m a torn out page, from the book of life;
blown, by winds;

The Soul Weeps

The Soul Weeps

I grieve all sadness and sorrow, I’ve sown;
memories in my mind, for keeps;
all of my misdeeds, are mine, alone;
from them; my soul weeps.

The tongue is a double-edged sword;
wreaking havocs unknown;
all must become of one accord;
divisions are ours, alone.

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