When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago
Feels like a lifetime ago
Friendship After Love
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
True Love & True Friendship
You're the one I most admire
The One...
I hope you find
Only Us...
Laid my head upon your chest
Sometimes In Life
The world just sometimes feels like
My Credo Of Life
Let me live within the moment.
From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky.
Losing The Best Part Of Me
I'm no longer whole