Ocean of Tears I gaze across the expanse of this ocean, My heart cries, “This many tears I’ve shed”. The waves roll in and out, Like the emotions of my soul. How can I overcome this pain? Rocked by reality, life without you Will never be the same. As the sun sets, Darkness blankets the earth. I see a twinkle in the sky. From the distant horizon, The moon rises. The light for the night, A light for ‘my’ night. A cool breez...

My poetry emanates from The Supreme Being God Poetic ink flows through my Veins And my heart is wrapped Like letters That has been written Permanent Poetry is like a compass That a pirate uses To find his treasure Poetry makes me yearn And reach for the highest Altitude of my potential I serve poetry And poetry serves me well I ask the master to teach me The student to write Poems as if they were Psalms and Proverbs Poetr...

“You’re asking me how it’s going?” I said incredulously. “How can you ask me that? I’m paralyzed and I’m dying, for god’s sake!” “Well you don’t have to be sarcastic!” came the response. “And besides, you’re not dead…..yet. By the way, my name is Waldo. Nice to meet you.” Waldo flew over my head singing ‘Getting to know you…..getting to know all about you…..’ I learned later that he often did things like that; he had been...

Even the bruised-fruit in the bowl  wants to jump out of its skin, and the kitchen wishes it was an outdoor patio, and the rug is tired of getting stepped on,  and the building sometimes wishes it was never built.  And even God denies his own existence;  feeling useless in all that heaven  with nothing at all to do  but keep an awful eye on His world,  which wishes so much that it wasn't.

15th of January, the year of our Lord 1429 I have seen much during my 10 years in the French army, but most of all I have seen death. My comrades are getting fewer and fewer as they fall to the British blades and bows. It is sad to realise that my oldest companion in this war is Death himself. I wish it was God, but like so many others I feel he has left us. I cannot remember the last time we had a major victory over them...

In a swarm of faces, I find me Standing alone wondering what is to be Closing my eyes to the time about to come Living the dreams inside my closed eyes numb Discovering that there is more outside than the darkness in me and waking up to the fact that the only constant is ‘to be’ ‘to be’ what I am destined to be To live it like it is meant to be To be the woman of my own deeds done And to live this life with regret none To...

I have lost my God today And can hear my heart cry I have lost myself today and And have to live till I die The moments, memories andintensity are all gone And the demons from past No more haunt Yet today I felt I have lost my God As I evolve I can see A different face and a different me Yet when I look at my eyes and cry The tears seem the same to me So please God please tell me Have I lost you or you lost me?

Faith, it’s a beautiful thing,That little word with the special ring,It’s faith in the things I cannot see,Like knowing my God is always with me,Faith that everything will turn out alright,That my days of darkness will lead into light,Faith that Jesus will take my hand,And guide me through things I don’t understand,That no matter where I roam, far and wide,My God will be there by my side,And until I’m home in Heaven above...

Capodastra: A small movable bar placed across the fingerboard of a guitar or similar instrument so as to raise the pitch of all the strings uniformly. If a thing can call, then it called. Or maybe he just happened to be standing in the right place relative to the thing and the sun. The clouds played a part too, opening at exactly the right time to allow the photons through. The packets of light completed their eight minut...