they have been mine.
written songs.
and. your absence.

(6/9/17)

Verse 1
Through adversity, we will conquer lands
Father of creation truly understands
Bold courageous, a shining countenance
With the breadth of true experience

Chorus
We will overcome, we will overcome
Through the midst and trials, we will overcome
Let our boldness, be unrestrained
For his mercies shall never be contained
We will overcome

Verse 2
True commander, he will calm the storm
Be unshakened, stand in one accord
His descendants, as numerous as dust
With capacity to inspire trust
Chorus

Bridge
With such altitude, we will elevate
Of such power, of whom could calculate
In all earnest prayer, without ceasing
Casting freedom, with chains releasing
Truly called for such a time as this
Obtaining peace in his eternal bliss
Holy anointed, of such constancy
Of benevolence and true loyalty

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️

As our solar system moved through space
It chanced upon a region where
A cloud of dark matter, like a shroud,
was wrapped around our Earth so fair.

It blotted out the stars of night
It dimmed the light of Sun and Moon
Crops grew stunted or not at all,
Mankind faced its mortal doom.

Rigel, Sirius, Vega gone?
Blotted out of Human sight?
Arcturus and Capella too
fail to pierce the veil of night.

Ignorance of every stripe
Began to fight for center stage:
Ignorance both Left and Right
spilled blood in their righteous rage.

I looked true North in the night sky
and saw Polaris still on station .
The darkness began to dissipate.
Tranquility returned to our Nation.

Some few thanked God
with praise and Prayer
More raised their eyes to Heaven’s bowl;
grateful to see the stars still there.

Dark deeds; Dark times, and desperate schemes,
We had been put through Hell by them.
Now bright sunshine warmed our days;
At night we saw the stars again.

one day you can write an article you never thought of
after a death
great deal deaths are changer our lifestyle
a bomb falls on our pens
now fill the paper difficult

pains cuts words

Look, the blue sky arch
is up until now
an upside-down cup.
The juicy bit, for sure,
is down on the veiled earth!

I have sketched you in so many ways,
with dots and lines
and shadows and lights
and covered in colours
or in black and white.

I've sketched you as a prince,
I've sketched you as a beggar,
I've sketched you as a lover,
I've sketched you as a hater.

I've adjusted myself
to several graphite scales
so I can shade your flaws
into fairy tales...

you have been my muse,
both master and apprentice,
you have been obsession
for my sleepless senses...

But even if your image
has haunted me for long,
you have never been
just mine to belong...

so I'll just keep on drawing
and sketching you, my all
so I can have you near
when nights are getting cold...

Which train will come, I’ll try to guess
But that won’t really help my stress.
It’s building up as crowds surround
Creating quite the urban mess.

The tourists all must think we’re nuts
To cram on platforms where such gluts
Of humans stream without an end
To pack so tight we’re touching butts.

Announcements say the train is near.
We crane our necks; no lights appear.
Then suddenly the rumble sounds
Of braking by the engineer.

The subway’s stuffy, cramped and late.
It does its best to aggravate
But all that we can do is wait
And that is what we do; we wait.

(apologies to Robert Frost)

there has been no word darker than you.

(empty love)