Lord
Grant me will
To turn the tide
Grant me wisdom
To hold the winds
Grant me tears
To rinse the sea
Grant me eyes
To hear the thunder
Grant me love
To cradle the waves
And gently let them go.
Monday, June 23, 2008
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
3 comments:
eyes to here thunder?
Yeh.
An intentional mixing of senses. Seemed to be right.
oh right.. i like it.
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