praising themselves for
jobs well done – even
though they’re not done
to specific notations.
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Lonely spirits, traipsing the aisles in church,
pious, holy people who were once inside every day.Sayings being spent in bygone days, no longerapplying to the rhetoric of today’s world.Lighting the matches of destiny as candlelightextinguishes itself in self-deprecating silence.
Eternal loneliness fills me inside.
No one can help me fill it – ease the pain of emptiness – it is all mine.There is no one I can turn to or talk to, because they are all too busy with the activities of their lives.As long as they stay busy, they can not feel their own loneliness – nor travel…
Softly, tenderly, composing songs and lyrics for another
Longing for a calm serenity to replace daily stress and strain.Coursing through amphibious desires, floating like alife preserver, holding on for a lifetime of tomorrows.Thoughts circle and combine into tomes of literature asthis poet walks onto a new horizon to write.
Taking charge, flowing quietly into the night,
Placing faith in God’s great mercy,waiting to see it happening in front of my eyes.
Anticipated glory filters through years of sacrifice and suffering, timidly hiding from it’s recognition.
lifetime behavior and innate senses.Alluring designs comforting inner patterns of thought, sensitively touching feelings as they creatively becomebooks and pages in literature.