They hang on the edge of the cliff,
Where the heavens break and the stars dim,
Falling into a void and darkness,
for they turn their faces away from their Lord, with arrogance and ingratitude
they run from Love,
the opposite of peace,
the opposite of tranquility,
the soul burdened,
the soul lost,
One day they will wish
They didn't exist
At
All.
-L.D.

Can I convince you of a day
our egos will not play in the wildernesses they create?
Can I convince you of a day
good hearts will not be ridiculed and mocked?
Can I convince you of a day
love will finally triumph from the pain of it all?
Can I convince you,
that one day,
the heart of hearts,
well tell us,
what love wasn't?
For, it's not,
this pain,
we create.
-L.D.

You are not a hypocrite,
if you are not perfect Every-time,
you are a hypocrite
if what you say and do
contradicts what you feel
in your
heart!
-L.D.