Tag Archives: Good

- My Father -

My Father
He Welcomed Me Upon This Earth
His Heart Filled Full With Pride
A Girl He’d Made For Him To Hold
Who’s Love Could Not Be Denied
A Man Devout With Moral Rights
Such Thoughtful Traits Instilled
He Passed These On From Him To Me
Respectful Yet Strong-Willed

He Showed Me Many Things In Life
He Could Do and Would Offer To Teach
He’d Always [...]

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- My Beliefs -

Is there really such a thing as Heaven and Hell?
Is there really an invisible place of peace that we go to among the clouds, or an ominous place made of fire and brimstone, for all eternity?
You mean to tell me – when we die, there is an invisible part of our anatomy named our ‘Soul’ [...]

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- Mind of My Own -

Mind of My Own
A Cornucopia of Endless Charades Has Me Utterly Bemused
They Tuck & Twist & Weave Themselves
Abandoned and Abused
Seemingly Stranded Within My Own Thoughts
My Contender Again In The Ring
They Fight Their Way From This and That
A Plethora of Many a Thing

Thoughts That Build Up
And Thoughts That Break Down
Thoughts That Have Nowhere To Go
Thoughts That [...]

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- Words For The Weary -

Words For The Weary
When Feeling Lost With No Control
Remember Who You Are
That Thought Alone Should Be Enough
To Deal With any Scar.
When Rocks are Thrown by Random Chance
They Make For a Bumpy Ride
Although They May Be Rough Indeed
Don’t Let Them Break Your Stride.

When all Around Your World Falls Down
Just Open Your Umbrella
A Song of Woe May [...]

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- Merry-Go-Round -

Merry – Go – Round
I’m Caught On This Merry-Go-Round
- Of Time and Space -
The World Becomes a Blur.
I Hold On Tight With Both My Hands
Yet Always I Feel Unsure.
Should I Hold On
To This Justified Merit
Spinning Ever So Out of Control…
Or Release This Grip I’ve Built To Withstand
From Reality Taking Its Toll…

I’m Caught On This Merry-Go-Round
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