Poem 32 - Humbly

I have tried to walk humbly 

But my God is the one who knows

I've tired to shed my weight

But it seems my load always grows

I remember the days of old

When I would look to you and be free

The sweet feeling of peace

When I opened my eyes it is you i would see

The sun shines brightly and warms my face

I raise a song of praise 

And as I sit I can feel your sweet embrace

The thought is fleeting 

And to reality, I am quickly brought back

The cold is setting in

And so my heart, again, begins to crack

I will walk a while 

For I am too weak to think about giving in

I'm still walking alone

I really wish that you would walk with me again 

Poem 31 - Hope

I hope for a day that will never come.
I long for the one that will never arrive.


My heart breaks, for you will never be someone.
The sadness evolves and into sorrow I dive.


My body continues on, an empty husk of what used to be.
The heart hardens, and a thick wall it creates.


The shadow of a man is all that I can see.
My pain is what I feel and there is no one to relate.


I will continue traveling for the journey is not through.
So in this cold cruel world I continue to run.


Will another come and take me away from you?
Only time will tell but it is something to hope on.

Poem 30 - The Fishing Trip

I look out on this vast ocean, and I wonder where I am supposed to be.


Yesterday was paradise, but today is a sight to see.


I'm fighting the waters, but am unable to break free.


This squal is relentless, and it looks to overtake me.


I turn my boat towards home, in hopes of escaping the pain that will be.


The old saying is, that there are plenty of fish in the sea.


However, I don't think that there is anyone for me.

Poem 29 - The Fight

The battle is here, my weary body rises.

The fight starts, and I wonder if I will survive this.

The battle rages, and the casualties mount.

The fight is done, and I have survived this bout.

I am sick, and my body is wounded.

I have been given this life where my being is in bondage.

The next opponent has arrived.

It is from my sin that it is derived.

I ready for battle and hide my plight.

For the masses want a perfect fight.

However, my body is tired and I can sense the end.

Without help, this is one fight I cannot win.

Poem 28 - The Chaos Of Loss

I'm falling and and my eyes are shut.  I try to move forward but I'm stuck in a rut.

This path I travel is dark and twisted.  I wish this burden, from my heart, would be lifted.

I need some help, but know not were to turn.  I think of you and my heart begins to burn.

I hear the music, but it is not the song I want.  I want to compete even though I am not in the hunt.

My world is crashing and falling around me.  I wish the tables were turned and then you would see.

But you are my friend and I can't hurt you.  I still care for you even though I don't want to.

I walk alone in this bitter weather.  I wish that the days were still as light as a feather.

Where is this light so many talk about.  I don't see how I can live without.

My God where did you go.  My heart is in pain and feeling low.

Remember me and see me through.

Please Lord I beseech you.

Poem 27 - How Do You Crush A Dream?

How do you crush a dream? 
How do you move on?


How do you carry on? 
How about when you don't want to?


How do you tell the heart you are through? 
How do you fight the feeling?


How do you stop the bleeding?  
How do you start the search anew?


How do you move on, even when you don't want to?

Poem 26 - The Pain of Friendship

My heart says move,

But my body says no.

The connection is smooth,

But I still do not go.

The feeling compels me,

But I just don't know.

As the tears fade I can see,

But I am still afraid, my feelings, to show.

My lungs fill with air and I continue to breath,

I try to react; however, I am just too slow

I can stand and continue to allude death,

But  I remain sitting a hurt and broken soul.

Poem 25- Yellow Lights

I see the lights that guide me.

An ominous yellow trail.

I travel the road for the.

In my chariot of steel I sail.

I search for peace along this path.

The answers allude me as I pass.

I see the end and await its wrath.

The emptiness has come, as I think of the lass.

But there is the exit approaching quickly.

My course is steady as the signals shine.

I hit the off ramp gliding smoothly.

I will not stop until she will be mine.

Poem 24- But A Shadow

I am but a shadow, traveling through this land.

I am but a leaf, swiped away by a hand.

I am but a thought, whisked away in an instant.

I am but a sigh, taken from a remnant.

I am but a breeze, aimlessly flowing.

I am but a ember, slowly dulling.

I am but a whisper, that falls on deaf ears.

I am but a droplet, that flows down with the tears.

I am but a man, searching this earth.

I am but a shadow, which has lost its birth.

Poem 23- A Friend

A friend is some one who cares;
A loveing heart, a world apart. 

A friend is some one who listens;
A open mind, a fantastic find.
 
A friend is some one who is there;
A perfect being, a precious string.
 
A friend is some one who sees all;
A wet shoulder, a fearless soldier.
 
A friend is some one who is close;
A unbreakable union, a new insight in.
 
A friend is some one like you;
One I can count on, one I will carry on. 

Poem 22- As I Walk

As I walk along this path,
I wonder what is in store for me,
How will I look to the,
And who will my companion be. 

I hike looking for a sign or two,
A place where I can meet with you,
And the one who will carry me through. 

My hike has been long and tough,
I have gotten into the rough,
And my appearence has gathered some scruff. 

But my spirits are high you see,
Because God has parted the sea,
And is creating a union of us three.   

Poem 21- Sometimes

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry.

Sometimes we are left behind and wish we would die.

Sometimes we sing and sometimes we dance

Sometimes we long for another chance.

Sometimes we have and sometimes we don't.

Sometimes we wish to act, but we won't.

Sometimes we want and sometimes seek.

Sometimes we long to fight, but are too meek.

Sometimes we lose and sometimes we win.

Sometimes we fail into falling in sin.

Sometimes I ponder how I was so blind.

And wonder if I was out of my mind.