Without trust
Humanity’s
A lost cause
Sunday, August 09, 2015
The End
Each verse a story
Depicted in a journal
Here comes the last one
Depicted in a journal
Here comes the last one
Possibilities
What would have been
One never stops to question
Too many answers
One never stops to question
Too many answers
Saturday, August 08, 2015
Patterns
Parting a world
Into known patterns
Leaved out unknowns
Into known patterns
Leaved out unknowns
Stairway to Heaven
The old pine tree
Candles reaching high
In stairways
Candles reaching high
In stairways
The Long Way Home
The long way home
Through short distances
Brings us closer
Through short distances
Brings us closer
Shipwrecks
Broken ships searching
The wind to carry them home
Each blow’s a bit hope
The wind to carry them home
Each blow’s a bit hope
The Pack
The wolf one feeds
Finds home in one’s heart
With one come two
Finds home in one’s heart
With one come two
Darkness
In other’s darkness
One can find a glimpse of light
Searching its way out
One can find a glimpse of light
Searching its way out
Friday, August 07, 2015
Remembrance
All his soul wanted
Was a bit light for the mind
An anchor of love
Was a bit light for the mind
An anchor of love
Remains
Each soul a story
Broken hearts discover love
In others’ remains
Broken hearts discover love
In others’ remains
Stormy Days
The storm in her eyes
Froze my feelings in midair
A lightning seems near
Froze my feelings in midair
A lightning seems near
Epigraph
Here lies a dreamer
Who saw all life as wonder
Back after a nap
Who saw all life as wonder
Back after a nap
Thursday, August 06, 2015
Stories
From book to book
Searching for wisdom
One finds stories
Searching for wisdom
One finds stories
The Lighthouse
A heart awaken
Lights the pathway through darkness
Lighthouse for others
Lights the pathway through darkness
Lighthouse for others
Fast Asleep
Asleep between words
Worlds move into each other
The wine was gentle
Worlds move into each other
The wine was gentle
Heat
The golden sand feels
Bare feet faster than the wind
A fish cooked slowly
Bare feet faster than the wind
A fish cooked slowly
Wednesday, August 05, 2015
Pretences
Words can be weapons
In the depth of cyberspace
Masks with hidden names
In the depth of cyberspace
Masks with hidden names
Change
No change is real
Unless perception changes
Ponds need fresh water
Unless perception changes
Ponds need fresh water
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