Sometimes
Sometimes the loudest voice is found in the silenceSometimes the largest heart is found in the smallest place Sometimes the largest heart is in the smallest spaceSometimes the loudest voice is in the…
Sometimes the loudest voice is found in the silenceSometimes the largest heart is found in the smallest place Sometimes the largest heart is in the smallest spaceSometimes the loudest voice is in the…
It is our faith in ourselves that will provideThe seed to compassion which begins insideWe are given free will, but do we make our own choice?Within the silence, speaks the loudest voiceQuestioning the…
Life goes on with internal solitudeWatching the world euthanize itselfbelieving we are separate, not knowing what to do How many souls will sin and flesh devour?How many fall into unconscious sleep,before even a handful…
Don't worry about the Past, just Free your Mind. Don't worry about the Future, your Soul is Divine. Speaking in Fear, we cannot See. Speaking in Truth, sets our Soul Free. Desires of…
I become injured, so that I may healMy heart breaks, so that I may feel The flowers cannot grow, without the rainTo experience the Love, I embrace the pain I relinquish my weapons, to learn how to fightSurrounded by…
We have to reach out before we raise ourselves up Sometimes in worrying how far to go, we forget how far we’ve comeSometimes we move forward, not knowing where we are from If we cling to the…
A ship wakes in the dark nighton a lonely and disturbed searocking to and fro heading into vastness It follows a light in the distance high aboveA faint glimmer in the midnight skyshedding enough luminescence to gain a bearing…
Protective, hard, and clinkingI am weighed down by my armor, slowly sinkingI draw the sword of my mouthraging forthrazor sharp, biting, cutting, and stingingI defend my honor and my ego I stand there…
I step across the midnight clearand all the world's fears disappearas the crack of dawn breaks through the earthand the light of life comes pouring forththe last drop of sorrow comes raining downand I wipe it from my shining…
My father told of his fatherand how things were then.He talked of what "hard" was,what controlling was,what growing up really was,when there was little signs of love or affection. He told of his…