The Breath of GodAutumn leaves sitting under the tree; out of season.Until the wind blows them through the Springtime,Onto the pathway and up the ramp……to be rustled and crackled under the feet of flirting teens.I would love to be moved by God so that my sole purpose was……to add texture to the lives of those around me.And to point them back to God.
StruggleWhy is my heart so filled with sin?Why must I struggle with this filth within.Save me Lord from myselfAnd show me how to love.
Sleep TightIt's a bright night.I might write about:Thoughts of a fight!Then a flight from spite...Don't bite.. You're too uptight.But don't delight in your plight.It's not right to skite.What a sorry sight.Gotta reach quite a height.I'm not quite uprightOn this bright night.Sleep tight.Sorry sight.
FatigueI have had enough ofThis bitter drink.Too tired to think.
Sinful WorldA broken man, shattered by his lover.Fallen tears splash in the gutter.I am sickened by this sinful world.Why do people have to hurt one another?
time slowSuddenly...Time slowed down.Tick.Tock.Of a clock.Soundingslowlyall around.Trying to thinkof whatto say.Echoes ofmemoriesfar away.So much is happeningtime changes pace.Suddenly...Faster!My heart starts to race.Emerg-ingfromthis holein time.Slow nowagain.But...I have been,and still,Igo.Onwards now.Lord,help me live.I wanttoremember,I wanttoforget.So muchto live for.Don't take me yet.
Another Day - Another NightWhy do I sit at the computer all dayWhiling weary hours away?I think the nights must know me well,Hoping for something to cheer my soulI fear the sleep that steals my timeAnd while away another day.
The SpectatorFrustration finds itself in you.And if you weren\'t such a favoured friend,I may have never bothered.But since your friendship means so muchI will throw myself into the depths of despair,And leave with down-turned face,The notion of a friend behind,Who shared my weekends kickingA ball around a park.I hope that we will long remain friends,And with that hope I lift myself from the depths,To enjoy your company as you freely give it,And set my sights on the game.
Butterflies of Your LoveA torrent of soft wings floodover my closed eyes,as I see myself from the outside,dreaming of you.Butterflies (a million shades of white)caress my faceand flow around melikeyour love.
12 Petalsorigami pieceevolves as my mind wanderstwelve paper petals