IN HIS VOICE

I met a man

A man with a voice

A voice with life untold

A voice with scars that time only knew

Scars that time healed.

I met a man

Whose voice was music to my ears

Whose voice answered my worries

He met me each time by the bench

The place I'd go and hear the world.

In his voice
There was precedence

That, that need to be known
There was then

That, that gave faith
There was tomorrow
A life to be lived

A life with HIM

I met a man

A man with a voice

A voice with life

Life from around the world.

LOSS OF INNOCENCE

A story was to be told
a story of a cocooned spirit and a green heart
a story of clean blood and untapped dreams
a story of the wonders of love.

And so a story was told
a story of a broken heart and torn spirit
a story of rushing blood and beautiful nightmares
a story of all kinds of love.

A story is still going to be told
a story of cants and dos
a story of wills and shants
a story of the only thing left, that matters: love.

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SEWN HEART FELT

I've dug my grave

Got too far deep

Too close to the core of my heart

Too far from the surface of clarity. 

I've dug my grave

Drained all revival springs

I'm almost out of suppl

Too close to heartiness.

Too close to foolishness.

I've dug my grave.

I've fallen again.

Swept away from the existance of one

Now my thoughts are accomodating a second.

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I'm digging my grave. 

Searching for-

beckoning from dear wisdom

It seems mind is asleep

 and heart has thrown itself to the ground to play...

 

Can this be rekindled love...

My sewn heart feeling again...