POEMS FROM THE HEART for Monday, September 15, 2008

Limp sails, struggling against the current, like a bee, crashing the window pane. Searching, Trembling, crying out in the forest. A sound not heard, a need unfulfilled. Looking for a clearing, some shade, a cool breeze. Ragged from lonesome freedom, to be a willing prisoner. A home with breathing walls, a welcome mat on a peaceful shore. Too much to ask, Too much to own. Sail on my warrior, no one will know when you're gone. Sign in to see full entry.

WRONG OR RIGHT Why look in that direction? it's not really there. Imagination, a picture with no hook sitting on the wall. Is it God? an image? Satan?, Or just a dream And if so, of the mind, or heart, or does it matter? Oh, knowledge of knowledge. Confused so often with wishing. Let it be known now, like an electric sky. As clear as the chaos it creates. Let there be no wonder, Yes, indeed no doubt. Divide wrong and right, Yes, let them stand so far apart, That even the blinded eye, can see,... Sign in to see full entry.