Where am i? i seem lost
in the wave of it all
tossed
Who am i? What can i be?
this mere existence.
Beaten down like the rocks on the shore
one day, it will give way
one day, it will crumble
Is it true?
Does being sensitive outweigh and domineer insensitivity?
pointless,
pointless,
pointless,
the mind of the world scoffs
Where am i...
help me
A long, hard journey leads me here
- it's a place where i am perhaps stuck in a moment
looking back and looking forward
somehow
being able to observe all the intricacies and little nuances
- of life, of love
A debt has been paid for this very life,
in fact, for all
and i realise,
Dear Jesus
i want to Love You more
some days
some days are just better than others
when the heart finds acceptance
freedom: to, and in love
some days just feel great
not a worry in sight
how you'd wish it'll be forever
but some days
all is lost
crushed
sadly, when these days come
i just want to give up
lost in a question
simply "why?"
some days, you just want to be loved.
some days...
To Lynn Yee
Search the world and you will find
people able to picture their home in mind
but even the finest of the Scotland Yard
cannot find a place for the Son of Man's regard
Fantastic Mr Fox even made a home
of the finest wood and cobblestone
Big Bird wanders Sesame Street
but lays in his nest, to rest his feet
No matter the season
the joy, the pain, the worst, the best
do know Dear Sister
He holds you in His Arms & draws you to His Chest
for near His Bosom you will find:
Home is where the heart is
and in Heaven He'll show you what He had in Mind
but perhaps the greatest beauty lies within
of the heart & mind
mortality itself, proves so;
we grow old and gray
wrinkled skin
but come what may
the renewing of a beautiful mind
withstands the stringent test of time
the heart
fade not its' beauty
for no man is able to see
what its' worth truly be
for beauty is encompassed
not by what you can or will do
without these bloodied organs
perhaps you'll wake up one day to find
where is the beauty that once was mine?
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Auroras glitter
Berries bitter
Carols singing
Dreams ringing
Ever pleasant
Forever present:
God's Presence
my last meal
who would wait to choose as he pleases
from the gallons of vast wine and cheeses?
Or search to find the best cut of meat
only to end up with a case of cold feet?
"To eat to live or to live to eat?"
ive heard it said aplenty
apparent as the question may be,
to him who walks down life's final aisle
to him, it won't be dandy
who knows what awaits as he turns the corner?
a knife? a gun? a speeding car?
or illness that plagues the body, creeping like a cancer
he walks the path of solitute and turns to find the answer
a life taken for granted
of taste, of sound and colour
a life regretting not pausing to feel
the splendour, the smell of flowers
my last meal i dont know when
but this i know and desire
to eat with gratitude and give praise
like it's the last
to the one who is my consuming fire.
