eyes-wide-shut—pensive
gripped by the emptiness
of a glass half full
eyes-wide-shut—pensive
gripped by the emptiness
of a glass half full
…doubt is our greatest weakness, fear our greatest obstructor, intolerance our greatest enemy; all of these prevent the ascension to greatness.
we are leaves and seeds
drifting upon gentle winds
here for a time—gone.
//
love comes to us
we
are that love
//
what we re|member
of you will always be your love
a sea moving home
we spent the year trumped
dealt a hand claimed to be rigged
now must move as one
//
spewed hatred and deceit walls
built with poisonous bricks—words
flower sun bathing
a bee croons, up and away
pollen stolen—love
these eyes you’ve given
see the horrors of mankind—
a bird sings of love
been away searching
speaking to shadows born
of light with no eyes
Beneath raging seas
Beneath trees in the wind dance
Is a calm body
I taught her to give birth
and her me to be a man—
enough to love her
//
mothers give birth to men
who will give them love or grief…
whispers in a nineteen year old mind
Power Of Thinking can create Miracles
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