On My Mind

On My Mind

Tho your thoughts be far from me;
my thoughts remain of you;
in loneliness; dwells mediocrity;
only love can make me new.

Although, I feel love for you;
I know you don’t love me;
unrequited love is a toxic brew;
yet; it is my destiny.

I’

From The Seeds Of Failure

From The Seeds Of Failure

From the precious seeds of failure;
which I was loathsome to accept;
became a garden beautiful and pure;
that only a fool would reject.

To most; it appears a garden of weeds;
within them; the flowers grow;
with faith; it fulfills all of our needs;

Fingerprints Of Touch

Fingerprints Of Touch

Touch is a feeling; both austere and unique;
no two touches are are the same;
one touch can bring passion to its peak;
another can bruise or inflame.

Touch often obviates any need of a word;
such as when in the grip of anger;
strong gripes are

The Talking Shadow

The Talking Shadow

Much of life; I’ve been known as a talker;
public speaking was often my choice;
I’ve even, at one time, been a sleep walker;
even at night; I still had my voice.

Most of the time, I had something to say;
and, fortunately, someone to

Where I Went Wrong

Where I Went Wrong?

Sometimes, I wonder; what I did wrong;
sending me down this lonely road;
day after day; I simply try to hang on;
a baggage of memories; my load.

Am I simply living out my destiny;
is this what I’ve come here for;
has writing, become

Wings To Fly

Wings To Fly

I slowly awaken to yet another today;
another yesterday; finally is gone;
I look to the Master to show the way;
seeking his strength to carry on.

Life wasn’t created without a purpose;
perhaps I’m too blind to see;
I can feel God’s love;

The Crucible Of Time

The Crucible Of Time

We exist in this temporary realm of space;
facing challenges, most sublime;
a part of an illusion; that time shall erase;
living in the crucible of time.

Time was commanded to bring us here;
wayfarers from heaven above;
there is no need for sorrows or fear;

The Land Of In-Between

The Land Of In-Between

I seem outside of the physical stage;
as tho in a realm of my own;
although I can see life turn a new page;
I feel it’s no longer my home.

I feel like a billboard of silence;
that others can plainly see;
impervious to

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