Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping

 

The woman rustles through her purse
Searching for a tissue while,
Hands in his pockets, he looks down at his feet.
I hear her sob, “How could you…?”
The rest is lost in the phttt-tt-tt of the sprinklers
And whiz of a passing bike.
Ponytail flying, the blonde runs up
To the bench where three classmates sit.
Breathless, she shrieks, “You will die
When you hear what I heard…”
Then my bus pulls up, and annoyed,
I start my trip wondering
What the bastard had done
To the woman who cried
And if the girls died.

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Complications

Complications

Falling from the mountain tops
Gasping for some air
Trying to find a better life
While dying to get there
Angel of inditement
Carving up my brain
Looking for a hurtful way
To cut away the sane
Swimming up a waterfall
Like a star that’s lost its way
Shredded skin upon the rocks
That makes me want to stay
Complications of the mind
Life is blurred from view
Filling my head with worthless thoughts
Trying to forget you.

Precious Beauty 

Precious Beauty 

Look…in the horizon there
Mountains stand with a magnificiant glare
They look so close, but yet so far
Standing there holding up romantic stars
If I had that one and only chance
I’d ask this glorious mountain if she’d to dance
I’d take my time to say my prayers
Cause thses precious beauties are, oh, so rare.

Freedom

Freedom

 

The cries of death can not haunt me,
As I have heard the voices of silence.
The darkness of of grave can not scare me,
As I have seen the darkness of minds.
The redness of blood can not shiver me,
As I have seen the color of hatered.
The fast moving winds can not trembil me,
As I have already swolled the floods of emotions.
The thirst of world cant kill me
As I have seen the desert of death.
The lonliness of path can not haunt me
As I have left my destination behind

The Beat Of My Heart

The Beat Of My Heart

My heart beats for you, if only it’ll come true .
If you would only comfort me , and ease my pain.
I could breathe I would be born again.
With each beat of my heart I yearn for you.
With a few small words and things could of been different……..
And with each beat of my heart I regret losing you.
Each beat brings me pain,reminds me you are not near.
Arms outreached, for you

Looking Through My Window

Looking Through My Window

Many a long hour I sit in my chair
The window open to let in God’s good
It’s a picturesque view for all to see
Especially the lovely,

Tall ash tree
In the spring it was late starting to sprout
But at last the buds just opened out
Now it is standing majestic and tall
Covered in green leaves,

From which the birds call
I watch it each day in the breeze blowing
Without human aid it simply keeps growing
Telling us God’s help is always there
For everyone who really cares
So look out of your window,

All day long
Then you will feel like singing a song
Of thanks and praise for the one above
Giving us everything,

Especially His love

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