Saturday, July 21, 2018

It's not the rise to the heavens that kills you,
It's the fall from grace...
I find myself repeating my patterns
A turn of the head or a smile
Knowing you no longer notice
It's killing me mile by mile

It's not the rise to the heavens that kills you,
It's the fall from grace...
The world is hard and cruel place
With fame fleeting and flying
By the time you realize it's there
Your career is rapidly dying

It's not the rise to the heavens that kills you,
It's the fall from grace...
This all may seem quite depressing
Words filled with doom and gloom
But where dead bodies are buried
Many flowers generally bloom

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Connections

His eyes long,
Awaiting Only her
         Until they                 Pass in the hall
Nightly, stopping for Eternity 
Time standing still for Love       
Ignoring the world, forgetting all Else           
Never looking           out of each other's Souls    
Glowing             for all the world to See