I am promised eternal life But am I worthy? I have His grace And for this I am thankful But I still carry guilt For sins forgiven Something I Can’t forget or forgive And so I thank Him for His grace But I will carry this pain To my grave Continue reading Grave. A poem.
The distance to you Miles between An infinitude Yet there you stand So close to me The work of art And the fool Continue reading The Distance to You. A poem.
I built a wall Between the two A wall to separate The me and the you Bricks and mortar High as the clouds And when I was finished It stood tall and proud But even with a wall I could feel you there So I watched the wall With a longing stare Because I realised then It was my mistake To try to interfere With the path of fate But the wall was built And you drifted away And before I knew it It was far too late So next time you try To protect your heart Tear down the … Continue reading The Wall Between. A poem.
So much to hope for The world turned I was still alone Expectations counting down to 0 Continue reading Zero. A poem.
If you were all the elements Of the earth, air, water, fire You would still be more than all combined You would shake the earth and change the tides Be the greatest storm and the hottest pyre And I would still worship you from afar The deepest truth and the deepest lie Continue reading Elemental. A poem.
The words flow Like raindrops before the storm Then the downpour No stopping them And why stop? When the muse hits Like a lightning strike All I can do Is write Continue reading Lightning. A poem.
Sorry is all I can say, but it’s not enough Ordinary words seem out of place, and no Remedy to everything you think and feel Remember I wasn’t always what you imagine me now to be Yell at me, from this guilt I won’t be freed Continue reading Sorry. A poem.
I watched TV Saw an interesting story A man with no arms and legs Overcoming every challenge Every adversity And I thought to myself In a moment of epiphany If he can do the things he does Without a fuss, without complaint Then surely I can rise above My own misbegotten woes I’m no saint I’m no fool But I’ve screwed up my life Worse than most do But time has come To follow the example Set by a man with no hands or feet Who walks tall without them And who lives life As it’s meant to be lived Continue reading The Example. A poem.
Dawn peeks in through the blinds, seeking the one behind Laying here in bed, yet to face sun and sky Yet to feel the warmth and to stretch arms wide Yet to start the day, nothing changed by the night No miraculous cures or incredible saves Nothing more than pleasures we indelibly crave When your feet hit the floor, sunlight leads the way Every morning follows night Every night follows day Continue reading Dawn. A poem.
Is fate so cruel That it would make Your indecision The crux Upon which your life Depends Continue reading Crux. A poem.
Mirror, mirror What do you see? Just a reflection Of who I could be Should I rise Or should I fall Could this reflection Be ignored Mirror, mirror Who am I here My imperfections Perfectly clear Have I lost my focus Have I lost my will Have I fixated on A bitter pill Mirror, mirror Save me tonight Let me see A perfect light Don’t let me waste away Inside my mind Let me see the good That lives inside Continue reading Mirror, Mirror. A poem.
Lying in bed Frustrated Lazy days That pass Ineffectually Intellectually Books and net Despondency Navel gazing And regret The sooner I get over this The sooner I can do all The same things Standing up Continue reading Irony in Injury. A poem.
The essence of you Like perfumed tea A higher state of being Rain falling on the sea And the solitude of trees Taking me away To a far better place The essence of you Continue reading Essence. A poem.
Fitter than I’ve ever been Big, tanned and super lean All it took was one little tear And suddenly I’m geriatric Limping like an old man Bent over and wizened Amazing how an injury Can make the years catch up … Continue reading The Lesson. A poem.
My heart beat Skips Flutters When you’re near Not a heart attack (At least I hope not) Not indigestion (Couldn’t be) Butterflies Nerves Anxiety Confusion (Obviously) If only I could Pull myself together Long enough To tell you How I Feel (Not the indigestion) Sometimes I’d like to punch Myself In The Face To wake me up So I could tell you How much I need you But by the time I get through All of this You’re gone Damn Continue reading Flutter. A poem.
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