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| ... Good Lost The cross of my shame, Is lost once again, Manhood bleeding unsure, What the knife did yield then. Don't get stuck in the moment, Re-running the frames many times again. That Cross too will pass its' loss, Light beams down the way, the when. From sea to sea, coast to coast, The light keeps shining, do you see? Anywhere from which you look, It shines bright for to be seen. No ticket, no cost, just walk the course. The Cross is lost, itching to stay unseen. |
| ... Without You Do you see what I longed to see? Can you see the shine of the sun? Do you see how I prayed to be; But just not enough for true love? Do you see how my heart still does beat, Pumping fast Newfoundland blood? Dripping red mess, because the course wasn't met, Without you it is hard to be one. |
| ... Zeal Lost in thought; lone-self important, Those many long years ago. A caring heart, eager to share What was lived, and learned, to grow. Crystal clear was the message; Futures' brightness needing shade. I opened my arms, inviting all, To walk life with me those days. Peeking through sunlight I glimpse, Looking upon what youth did give, Confidence, none could prune. A young stallion steed to groom. Once I lived, and conquered fear; Might of mind; impoverished tears. Deep, I knew the course was mine. Branded, etched in painful rhyme. Heartfelt times, years ago. Paced an aging age to show. Frames a picture, clicks the next. Slides of youth, meek, complex. Those countless thousand running frames, Astonishing beauty, photo enclaves. Show love, those picture fine days, Walking each step, life mapping ways. Decades, snail-paced stretches of time, Passed through this warm body, still mine. Scars, lumps, this body's aching bare limbs, Show time's passage, completely fulfilled. |
| ... There is nothing I want from life. Well perhaps that's not completely factual. I have been placed in the unfortunate position of one occupied with drug intake and daily obstacles, mentally & physically. Who really wants to read that? If I read that my initial response would be negative; I would probably put it down, or move onto material a little happier. We all have barriers and obstacles that must be transgressed before we can even grow-up. Before we can get in touch with who we are as a person in this community world. This earth where interaction with others is a component of life that always enlightens because it lets us see ourselves, and areas in which we can grow. Areas where we can become more aware of our actions and words. Where we develop an understanding that lets the iron grip of the past lighten and fade, to be replaced with a loving heart & care-giving spirit. When we want to give our care and loving-selves to the other, and the other does not want to accept it, then the time dictates needed action, either to bring resolution, termination, or acceptance of that relationship. I know that it is a little more intricate than that, but that's my general feeling on the matter. When the intimacy of the moment is painful, all thought on it's resolution becomes paramount, then unfortunately exterior matters become mute. I don't think love becomes mute, or that deep feelings become inconsequential, but that the degree of pain correlates directly with desire to learn love, and service of the other. Granting simple respect to self, encourages our heart to give that special warmth to the other. Yet that respect I speak of is not free. It is not inconsequential. It has a touch of God. Respect is a component of love, and love is a component of God. |
| ... I don't know; yes I do. Passion pounds a message into the metal sheet. Rules of love, how one surrenders solitude to gain countless acts of warmth from the one we had longed to be with. When the mind is only concerned with pleasing the one who is loved. Going above and beyond fellowship; feeling the passion's blood. To give time, attention, and care; being only content with the others happiness. Passion gained, and passion lost, peaks the want for more. |
| ... I keep walking up the mountain, To reach the mountain's top. I saw my route, the path to take. Losing my way again I stop, Sometimes for years. It seems too soon to die. I walk lost searching love. Rambling absent minded sometimes, Along this chiseled magic incline. It's height, and lonely passage, On loan to each, its mine, look close to see. A time to every purpose under heaven. |
| ... Reliable death, called once again My name, death knows, like a close knit friend. You are my friend! My friend! I am damaged by your disrespect; hurt deeply those insulting barbs. I am one you loved, and shared with me heart's soul desires. Confided in your family grace, a brother's many charms. Lost to penned thoughts that needed editing once more, penned in selfish manner, as you slam shut the door. |
| ... Shrouded Joy I glimpsed joy come close to me; Shrouded in sadness immediately. Quick the glimpse was to come, It vanished faster, quickly done. Light turned dark unseen, Sadness hails failed bravery. A key turn 's rampant, Impacting grace on wounded knee. Retreat from the captor's conceit, Joy stolen from light's belief. Clicked rapidly sadness, Cool frigid madness. Revere, joy's light never spent, Cut chains, darkness unkempt. Zipped away joy closely met, Stealing hope for what is next. Pacing sadness swiftly hushed, Long trail runs forever rushed. |
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