The Spirit of Truth 

Deep into the spirit of mankind lives the generations of truth.
Sold for lesser bargins, over again, expressed in youth.
Before the end, a bud may bloom and with that bud an eventual doom.
For those whose hearts could never see
that being loved means being FREE!


At Seventeen 

At seventeen, I thought I knew, that all i felt was all brand new.
In part, a truth, I kept as real,
not knowing someday my truth would heal
All of me, all of mine, but all the futures left behind.
Poor dogs lost and cats led astray, for them I've come to show the way.
To greater glories and times to come
when all will join the Mighty One!


Pick a Number 

I can't help it if I talk to fast and my thoughts aren't
completed until it's too late.
Is it wrong to wander in the past
to re-live treasured memories left there by fate?
I've got my hang-ups and you've got yours too
Admitting is one step while changing is
too (two)
Pick a number.....either will do!


It's only a Game 

Sometimes when I'm alone I cry.
I can't explain the reason why?
You know the void is hard to bear,
its a strange feeling when no one is there.
Everyone needs to be loved, I do.
Time's so long since I felt you.
But you are not real, I know this now,
my mind plays games that I can't allow.
So alone I cry, my head hangs lame,
It's only a Game

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