Mind soaring to heights unknown
Yet I stand alone under the sky.
A stoic cup, I have been known
To drink, yet my spirit sighs
In its isolation.
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- ABBA-DADDY
- A PRAYER
- MY GOD
- SONRISE
- BROKEN LOVE
- WONDER
- SOUL AGONY
- A PRAYER
- ANOTHER FALL
- ANOTHER STEP
- DAYS GONE BY
- HOPE
- PRAISE
- SO DARK INSIDE
- SEARCHING THOUGHTS
- COCOONS
- Kephale
- FAITH
- THE SILENCE
- UNSURE
- MOURNING
- PAINED PEOPLE
- CRYSTAL GAZE
- WEARY REFLECTIONS
- MORNING DAY
- LEARN TO DIE
- EMPTY CHRYSALIS
- LEARN
- ON DREAMS AND RAINBOWS
- DOUBT
- REMINDERS
- SURGERY
- STOP
- RUMORS
- WHERE IT WILLS
- APPRAISAL
- HEARTBEATS
- THE NATURE OF DREAMS
- BREAD AND WINE
- HOME
- MOONLIGHT
- DANA
- KRISTEN
- EYES OF MARRIAGE
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1 comment:
These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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