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Your Dreams Will Show You The Way

Follow The Freshness Of Your Desire

I have zest for the joy of the journey I’m on.
I see now as a starting point to forever.
Many goals I will strive for. Some I will achieve.
I have launched my desires. Now I’m due to receive.
Embarking upon this delicious endeavor,
The concerns that I had about life are all gone.

I don’t need the manifestation. All I need
Is the dream and the journey. I love the contrast
That I’m offered. It helps me to clearly define
Something better from it. I’m obliged to design
As I wish and not focus so much on the past.
What is more important than my will to succeed?

My spirit doesn’t ask me if I’m observing
Constantly where I stand now in relation to
Where I want to be. It asks not how far away
My fulfillment is. It in no way can betray
Its own sense of direction. The thing I must do
Is remain focused on what my dreaming will bring.

Potential is alive and well now and always.
I am up to speed with what I’ve given birth to.
Believing in my dream, my anticipation
Is for the joy I’ll know for the work I have done.
In the meantime, my journey is my biggest clue
To my living a life that does truly amaze.

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

Heartbroken

The night is immense but of a different kind
Of expansion that makes of my soul a vacuum.
Once the night was of splendor. It can be no more.
I could write about the way my life was before,
But tonight I’m content in expressing my gloom.
If I’m paralyzed fully, no peace shall I find.

The night is starry and the stars are blue, and they
Shiver in the distance. The detergent night wind
Revolves in the sky singing. I did love her so
And sometimes she loved me too. I suffer the woe
Of not knowing in what manner that I have sinned.
Loneliness is the bitter price she’d have me pay.

Through the nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her profusely under the endless sky.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes? To think
That I do not have her pushes me past the brink
Of feeling that I’ve lost her. Need I wonder why
I no longer partake of her feminine charms?

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Love is so short. Forgetting is fretfully long.
Another’s she will be as she was before my
Adoration. My senses continue to try
To perceive her. I hear in the distance a song,
But I can’t make the music make things as they were.

There’s Nothing Ahead

Slow Down

Lovers think that they are looking for each other
But there is only one search. It is wandering
This world is wandering that, both inside of one
Transparent the sky. In here, as all said is done
There’s no dogma or heresy and not a thing
On the long road to nowhere on earth as it were.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what
He said or did about the future. So forget
The future. I would worship someone who could do
Only that but I fear that there are but a few
Who can get through the journey without some regret.
Would it be much the wiser to temper one’s strut?

On the way you may want to look back, or may not
But if you can say truly “There’s noting ahead,”
There will be nothing there. Stretch your arms and take hold

Of the cloth of your clothes with both hands. Pain is gold
And itself is the cure for it. Live and break bread.
This moment is the only one that can be sought.

Good and bad are mixed. If you do not have them both
Then you don’t belong with us. Just where you belong
Is of your own creation. When one of us gets
Lost, is not here, there is not a call for regrets.
That one must be inside us healthy, whole, and strong.
There’s no place like that anywhere. Thus is our growth.