MoonlitI watched the beaming Moon as it floated serene and high in the ever-darkening vastness of an endless, starry sky. But as I sat alone in a cool, bronze sea of wheat, I lost interest in the night and got up on my feet. Then, a warm and gentle summer breeze whisked by and I was stunned! “Stay a while!” it roared. “I’ll bequeath to you what you’ve shunned!” Very hesitantly, I stayed, while the breeze whispered of pasts unknown. Towards the end of my lesson however, new thoughts I began to condone! For you see, the breeze taught me that the Moon is not an earthlyMoonlit
Feather for Your MindI act like I don’t see you Inside oh how much I feel you These tired eyes won’t look your way Promise myself that I’ll see you seeing me But I know it won’t be today My apathy Your care for me It’s enough to hear you say:Feather for Your Mind
I’m wanting you to notice me I’m longing for you to trust in me Why can’t things be like they used to be?
And unfortunately I always answer Spinelessly:
Feel my soul Shot through a bow I aim at you so you may know But I keep broken feathers like broken wings Ricoch
Cut Me LooseCut me loose from this noose that keeps us hanging around Give me hope Cut the rope ‘Cause I don’t like the sound Of a taught taut slip knot And a heart that is bound So make me what I’m not Before I snap downCut Me Loose
Every temptation Frustration Is just a chance for me to do right We see the stones As only ways to stumble But what if we stood on them? Spurned the trouble Didn’t crumble A mighty tower to lift our flight Stepping stones Milestones Instead we build our walls And walk the fence Now the
Curious Christian Childnever did I witness such Time and Blood so touched to bound in cause nor battle end as both sides win to confound the Law as this doesCurious Christian Child
to stand high bleed among criminals surely is there err with arms spread wide to accept such life to end and few who care
what thoughts were thought by the one begot only to be Given Away? the man forgot nailed to a cross pierced to prove him fake
what of the carpenter whom dragged wood along stone to Us and placed firmness in the Dust to build upon a hill a symbol of lov
Finally FreeMy face was painted so elegantly Designed so no one else might see That little girl inside of me Always hidden and never free Scared and most unfortunately Also hidden from my own sight Never putting up a fight Searching for someone else’s light Knowing that I just might Never find what is right Always hidden and never free To be that girl inside of me Until the day I woke to see That what I wanted could really be Then came words, so passionately, Flowing with a certain might Showing me I had my own light Unleashing things kept so tightFinally Free
Actually, you have some interesting poetry. I think I might watch you!
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