it comes in like a hurricane...
and God, i'm tired of the rain.

my head aches
and my heart breaks
over a love that never
existed and a touch
that will never be known

        l.r.

even from a
distance
she wants to
make sure
that
you are
looking
at her

even if
you are
not

she
will see
to it
that her
un-plunging
neckline
is not
plunging

and

no flesh
shows
where the t-shirt
is just a bit short,

a royal hand
run through
flowing hair

when you pass her
she will say it
without say,
it is she who is
passing,
make way

then
when

she draws close,
as much as a hug
a cell phone
emerges as if
by magic
in her clasp

stares at it
unblinkingly,
places it
regally to
the ear
and before
you never
see her again
in your life
there is that
hint of a smile
hook like
at the corner
of her eyes

By his lips he thought us to pray
A father in heaven to call every day
Hallowed be his name
Our heart to be pure for we are in his image same
We do plead on earth his kingom to come
yet we destroy the nature to benefit some
A daily bread we ask and he doth give
Do we share it with the hungry to live
Forgiveness from him we do seek
yet in our strength do we suppor the weak
We do forgive are the words we say
yet jealousy and hatred in our hearts do stay
Teamptaions he doth clear in our way
Yet by words and deeds we sow it everyday
Deliverence we do ask by his hand
yet against evil our heart doth not take a stand
His is the kingdom power and glory for ever
A father to us who forsake us never
tis a simple prayer we do say everyday
Not by words but with action in our way