There is one world.
There is one choice.
There is one vision.
There is one voice.
We are that world.
We made the choice.
We share this vision.
We unite our voice.
I make this world.
I made my choice.
I cherish this vision.
I use my voice.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Go back to a time when life was a little simpler,
The memories made were like a spring rain.
Whimsical giggles enveloped the atmosphere you created,
The laughter was a contagious whirlwind of sorts.
Dreams ventured into reality and entangled the corridors of my heart,
Every time our eyes met it felt as though it began all over again.
Peaceful overtones of serendipitous thought paved the cobblestone path,
Quiet passion grew into a perfect cadence of melding hearts.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Like a lush garden path carelessly swaying in a mid-summer breeze
Watching its distance to keep from the winter of cold discontentment
Moving in deliberate strides to stay near the trusted One
Brazen faces look upon the peace that He exudes with fascination
Teetering between air and earth whilst falling helplessly into slumber
Infancy is treasured above maturity of the mind
The vortex of life creates a void in space that no longer has purpose
Deliberate intentions govern the journey for all of time
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
From conception to completion the light of life burns free and pure!
Though the winds rage against it, a fiery shadow earns its reward.
All the while this light requires the least to behave as guardian!
Choices made lead to paths of serenity and indecision.
Unwoven thoughts are laid bare at the altar of the One who decides!
Their inconsistency are mired in the dirt of promise and servitude.
Cautious is the weary traveler in search of truth and character!
Everlasting glory rests upon the meek and humble this day.
A single flicker, an extinguished flame, a precious mist goes forth...
Monday, February 25, 2008
Say them but once and a new journey full of hope and promise begins! Say them again to assure the promises that were made. Say them over and over until their meaning falls upon deaf ears.
The truth of the matter is profound in its very nature! Mockers and scoffers threaten them but must also yield. Their vulgar presence reminds us what not to covet.
Like a bird ready to take flight these feelings will never subside! The inner lining of the soul has but a single voice to share. The three are now reconciled into one.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
A storm has awakened the lost hope of redemption, where to from this point begs your conscious?
Meandering through the streets of turmoil and despair, a burn to the ugly face of torment.
Society has pleased its little inner child yet again, trapped in a rotten cycle of mistrust.
Gripping the handle of new hope one step and then another, arriving at a simple but mandated conclusion...
The Tempest flails its angst at the forbidden.