Time means nothing
when You have no watch
Sight means nothing
when You fail to see
Power means nothing
when You have no support
Love means nothing
when You don’t have a heart
Desire means nothing
when passion alludes
Dates mean nothing
when You live care-free
A name means nothing
if it is not used
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
when the soul is being abused
A mirror can mean everything
If You like what You see
It’ll let You know something is off
If You don’t let it be
Tag: faith
The Race is…
The race is
Going to the store
Seeing different colored cards
Being used by friends
Wanting one so badly
Hating life
The race is
Told by a pretty blonde
She knows her husband is
Bigger, stronger, faster
And better
Despite popular belief
The cause is her effect
The race is
Swearing children don’t imitate
Their atmosphere
Until words are spoken
at the wrong time
wants to blame the school
and sue
The race is
Seeking solace from church
And the Bible
Remembering only what
Is necessary
To shine light
On what is dark
The race is
Voting in a sheet covered
Small box with a drawstring
while choices are made on beliefs
Not righteousness
With all eyes in the back
the print on the page
is overlooked
The race is
known for Right versus Wrong
dying to be a martyr
never waivering
until
I died Again
I died Again.
I died again
Last night
And then, Again
Today
Every time I close my eyes
I can’t see
until I open them
Again
And then
I don’t want to
I don’t want to have to
imagine what life would be
could be
without the use of my hands,
Legs, feet, tongue, ears
minus the butterflies inside my head
Minus what they call a brain
I don’t want to be insane
But, I can’t keep my eyes
still
The Church of Mercy
Show me again
How we do it
Do I have to be under covers
or is it something I can share
with my brothers
Show me again
How we do it
I may dress the same
as they do
Or maybe I just hold the chalice
better for You
Oh, the things I hold
Reading as You talk aloud
I get a sense of urgency
to be proud
Such a sensation
Comes over me
Until a face turns and gives me pity
Show me again
How we do it
Your word is Your bond
and of that, I’m quite fond
To know that I should know better
when Your voices becomes
an “I Love You” letter
Never will I divulge my secret crush
Hush.
So, Show Me again
What made You do this to me
Was it the air I breathed
when You walked by
Did my subservience entice You
and fixate Your eyes on the sky?
How many times did I
touch Your robe
Before we made plans
to see the golden globe?
But, in time, I’ll be on my own
Trying to establish a name
from which I’ve grown
And Anaphora will keep haunting me
in ways that it could only be
Show Me again
what made You do this to me
Show Me again
so I can have my one true friend
Retribute
I wasn’t born by a river,
no crow could say he waited nearby
for me to lay down or stop,
no bird to not welcome me a good morning
with an annoying but sweet song,
no man to ever say he got the best of me without me demanding that I was king,
no pastor, or rabbi, or preacher to not see my light before speaking their sins to me.
I wasn’t born by a river,
but I could get to one
and bottle all my troubles and let them drift away and pick them up on the otherside.
Through the eyes of a child
Here I Am
Looking and noticing
All that is in my path
What does time change?
Even with repair
Things do wither
Yet, they still change
My younger self
Wishes to grow
While wishing to know
That I will see
The happiness and love
That made me laugh
And glow
And may what or who looks
Out at me, someday
Pick me up like I cried in hunger
Or writhed in my drench
Shelter me with just a smile
A while
To remind me
Dreams
My dream has come
And stayed with me
Through everything
I have wanted
To be wanted
Needed never
What we can do
no others can
Each year you get older
I hope you have dreams, too
with me in them
directing you
caring for you Caring with you
Showing you love
Be it in a candle
so flickering
Growing brighter
or just a flame
Never changing
Each year you get older
Let your dreams come to life
And know that I am here
Is This Not The Most Fascinating Life Line In The World?
What is going on with this palm?
Who has ever seen a heart-line and life-line joined together like this?
What does it all mean, seriously? Many say that “Life is what You make it.” Seriously?! Do we really have control over our own destinies? I know this seems like just a series of questions. But, can anyone tell anything about this individual just from a palm reading? How fascinating to have a palm that distinguishes You from everyone else.
Maybe Guinness should take a look at what could be “The Most Extraordinary Hand In The World.”
“Thoughts…over a good cup of coffee”
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