STAND.
Your hand.
The warmth of your all consuming embrace.
Comforts my inadequacy to
face.
Up to the events I have set in place.
Which makes me all that I
am.
Man!
If only I’d known -
The side of the coin seldom
shown.
On my own - mind blown.
A shadow of who I am.
Damn!
How can this be?
My own eyes no longer recognise me.
And yet I
yearn to set this torture free.
I don’t know if I can.
But I
am.
The only one able to take the necessary measures.
To guide me
through my self-destructive pleasures.
That I may enjoy the most simple of
treasures.
Which I can.
Expand.
Upon, to rediscover even the
simple feeling.
Gently though - my head needs healing.
NO MORE
KNEELING.
I WILL STAND!
BRIDGE
The bridge that I build across wrongs I
have done.
Shall have bricks based upon who I have become.
The mortar -
my being - explored at great length.
And faith in myself shall be my
bridges strength. |
NURTURE.
As I reflect,
Each aspect
Of my being
Is seen.
Can I lose
If I choose
To act upon,
One by one.
The things
shown?
Let seeds be grown
Into the tree
That is really me.
CHEERS BILL!
By
fearing to attempt
I lose the strength
To find goodness in every day
things
I may win (if I apply
My positive side) TRY!
Bathe in the
joy I can bring!
(Inspired by W. Shakespeare.)
UNTITLED.
No more
Do I whore
Myself out, or
my beliefs
For the relief
Of others
They must take me
As I be
And I am!
And as such
I can
And do see,
More clearly.
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