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Created on: June 30, 2009 Last Updated: December 04, 2010
'ONCE AGAIN'
for Belinda Correa
It has long since no longer mattered,
that they believe I have lost my mind
for, in all this time until now.. what have my thoughts been
but an echo, a shadow..
trying to keep pace with my heart over time
I have hoped.. and I have wept,
my heart has died, again and again
with arms wide open.. I have challenged the pain
that I feared might arrive..
even as love returned to my heart for to mend
not riches, but love
and it's pursuit have ordered my steps thus far
has it eluded me? Or, perhaps..
has it been tutoring me?..
preparing my heart for a woman afar
once more, it seems, I am willing to believe
without reason, my heart beats fast again
I have no answers, for my thoughts are captive..
yes, even in the arena of the quiet, still of night..
her semblance is the premise to my dreams
no more tortured, nor more fortunate fool
could have ever walked this earth but I
for though the walls of love's flame
burn me time and again..
I stand here as trusting as an innocent child
without any accuracy, at every turn wrong..
have I attempted to know love's next intention
love's magnificence would be small
were it to be comprehended by one as I
and so I fearfully approach its crucible
slowly, with great trepidation.. yet once again
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'ONCE AGAIN'
for Belinda Correa
It has long since no longer mattered,
that they believe I have lost my mind
for, in all
Love and time collide in space
Time's bitterness offsets Love's sweet taste
With blessings counted we all should know
Love
Resolve...
You can't stop me with those walls
you have built around your heart
I won't be left on the outside
We will not be
A GIFT OF WISDOM
One of my richest gifts in life
Came from a little boy in the park.
He came up as I sat on a bench
And said,
by well
Throw stones at the glass
watch the pieces scatter
The troubled heart will come to pass,
until then, it doesn't matter
Throw
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