February 2012
5 posts
Questions
twas once a bright morning
of sunshine and rest,
till the heart’s wandering
to the abstract vests
in him a shadow-doubt
to his purpose here.
with whom is my battle?
What face shall I fear?
For within darkened hearts
lie seeds of some good,
and hidden in white robes
can darkness take root.
but neither should I fear
in this life of choice;
contrast is illusion
though actions...
“Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which...”
–
Winnie the Pooh
Rain
it’s a process, but I got an intro
Water falls from the sky
Dry eyes try not to cry
As the storm rolls on
Over broken songs
And broken dreams
Wanderings
Wanderer, where’s your home?
Wanderer, aren’t you alone?
But here’s no where I can go
That I can really call my home
‘cause I’m not alone
my heart’s yearning, for something more
A far off land, and a distant shore
Where I could get lost going
Just around the bend
As my soul flies free
again
Vagabond, what’s your name
Traveller, what’s...
Wanderer
needs some work, but…
my heart’s yearning for something more
a far off land and a distant shore
where I could get lost going
around the bend
and my soul flies free
again
Wanderer, where’s your home?
Wanderer, aren’t you alone?
But there’s no where I can go
that I can’t call my home
Cause i’m not alone
I’m not alone