Flooding rain drowns life
As summer sinks to Autumn
Murky tears remain
Friday, August 17, 2007
Sufficient
I listened to the rain's forefather
Bearing a simple but intricate rhyme
Seeing true love is sufficient,
Holding your love is sublime
Bearing a simple but intricate rhyme
Seeing true love is sufficient,
Holding your love is sublime
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Loudest Voice
The introspective of ourselves
reveals an inexplicable loneliness
or feeling of unhappiness
which creates the strength
we will need to survive
the challenges we may face
when making the decision
to take appropriate action
and make a change in the world;
There is great power in sadness,
and the loudest voice you might ever hear
is the sound of your own voice
in a room of none
*For Nova
reveals an inexplicable loneliness
or feeling of unhappiness
which creates the strength
we will need to survive
the challenges we may face
when making the decision
to take appropriate action
and make a change in the world;
There is great power in sadness,
and the loudest voice you might ever hear
is the sound of your own voice
in a room of none
*For Nova
Questioning Love
If trees can grow
as old as time
Then why can't love
stay as young
as a newborn baby's cry?
as old as time
Then why can't love
stay as young
as a newborn baby's cry?
Evidence
Unopened gifts
Unread poetry
Unavailable conversation
leave discouraging evidence
plus mascara smudges
of your heart's reciprocation
Unread poetry
Unavailable conversation
leave discouraging evidence
plus mascara smudges
of your heart's reciprocation
Future Goodbye
When you cross the line
away from me
I am no longer your moment
but a part of your history
And when you look past
my downcast, sullen eyes
We have already spoken
the future goodbye
away from me
I am no longer your moment
but a part of your history
And when you look past
my downcast, sullen eyes
We have already spoken
the future goodbye
Proclamation
Love, Love
you make me weep
a wistful lullaby
for what will never be;
The further I fly
to hold onto some hope
The faster my wings turn
into invisible rope
you make me weep
a wistful lullaby
for what will never be;
The further I fly
to hold onto some hope
The faster my wings turn
into invisible rope
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