If only, if only I could think of one line.
I would write anything. Carroll-ing,
in Wonderland, ring, bing, ting, ting,
but in actuality, that is the sands of time
“Passing Me By” – like the Pharcyde, far side.

Anything, I would write. Insects, parasites,
diseases. *** forbid if I wrote about Jesus.
I need something to quill that I cannot resist,
I will, believe this. I take the keyboard swiftly...
but the key is, I’m bored; mind keeps shifting.

Write anything – I would. True Yoda –isms,
Star wars, chores, ignorance galore; I’m bored
Of uncovering the ills of NSA’s PRISM.
******, I want to travel! A world to explore
And unravel; out there are words to score.

Would I Write Anything? I’ll just sit here
Like the man on the marble slab. Blank screens,
White walls, smoke green and sip all the beer.
It’s weird, I’ll sit here and it hits me sometime.
If only, if only I could think of one line.
read pt 1 first, don't cheat.
One true solution, Write about you're writer's block
i would gladly trade you a today
for a tomorrow - and a tomorrow, for yesterday
i would give you a share of my stock
for a slice of wedding cake - a gold bar
for a plane ticket - and
i would
grab you a cloud, from the ocean's breeze
i would
give you the air, right off of the palm trees -
and i would
let the rain, rinse against your cheeks, and
and i would let days, somehow turn into weeks -
i let days, turn into weeks
just moments we'll remember in years
as the time stood still, we we're running from fear
fear of what?
fear of what might happen fear of what won't
fear of what will happen fear of what won't
when they call your name,
what will you be known for?
when they call my name,
what will i be known for?
I don't write like I used to -
using excuses, like
"These are the times you write about" -
but it doesn't come, the pen has dried
the thoughts have drifted out to sea
out to pasture - off to sleep for eternity -
I don't taste food much these days,
I usually push it past my tongue deep into
my stomach like fodder into a furnace, crackling flames
boiling my voice box, wooden bones, I don't have much to say
Too much I feel lost, wasted space in a crowded room
I don't call you in this cold war, and the phone won't ring
I don't call you in this cold war, and the phone won't ring.
Oxygen
Is everywhere
But we only know
We're Breathless
When it is gone
We grown
In love
To be sure
Of the way
That Angels fall

The sun rises
In your eyes
My Queen
In you i see
My treasured prize

The stars are beautiful
But only thru your eyes
I can see the Universe

Your song will live on
My muse, my love, my life
***'s greatest gift to me
So i dance with you joyfully

Within these rains
The comet creeps
So deep within
I long to see you again

Be there with you

For us
Be strong
And tender

So i will quietly wait
Silently and still

Look for me
Behind the wildflowers
The thoughts
That cloud your mind

Think of me deeply

Because i drown in your subconscious

I love you

But circumstances wont let us be together
Can we weather
This storm
Dont want to cause any harm
Thru the looking glass

Was this meant to be
Cuz i have no idea
I want you here
Please stay with me

Thru this night
Of my mind

Im losing my soul
Losing my body
Losing my mind

For you
For drop and isabelle, i love you
(Genesis, xxii.14)

The saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For when they least expect His aid,
The Saviour will appear.

This Abraham found: he raised the knife;
*** saw, and said, "Forbear!
Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;
Behold the victim there."

Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand;
Saul turns his arms another way,
To save the invaded land.

When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,
He thought to rise no more;
But *** prepared a fish to save,
And bear him to the shore.

Blest proofs of power and grace divine,
That meet us in His word!
May every deep-felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord.

Wait for His seasonable aid,
And though it tarry, wait:
The promise may be long delay'd,
But cannot come too late.
The crisp Autumn air
Waves gently
Through the ever-changing leaves

Must be that time of year

Leaves fallen on the grass, the sidewalk
The crispness of the air
Always brings me back to this

Where Fall was always Autumn

And the trees are evergreen
Love stands the test of time and space
Earth never dies or ends

The winter may come
The snow may fall
The grass becomes white
And the trees become ghosts

The summer has ended
And we long
For days of spring
But we remember
The season of Fall
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