I am afraid of getting too involved
And then, perhaps, of causing greater pain.
It's easier to get this thing resolved,
Yet then I find I'm weeping once again.
If only life were walking on the beach,
Talking, laughing, holding honest hands,
With everything we want just out of reach,
And no sign of the lurking buts and ands.
If I could say just purely the word love,
Or bear to turn my back and say goodbye,
Then you and I could from this moment move,
And let ourselves at last rejoice or cry.
YOU DID NOT MERELY DIE, BUT YOU WERE MURDERED
You did not merely die, but you were murdered,
And so my anger magnifies my grief.
Love and hate are clean and filthy water
Spilling through my veins like hell unleashed.
I would but mourn, but vengeance clouds my sorrow;
I would but kill, but love finds there no peace;
I would but weep, but weeping is a river
That flows with vast intention to the sea.
I must, I must confess that I have lost you,
And find a place to plant my http://www.wholesalecheapbillsjerseys.com. plucked-out love,
And look to justice, not revenge, to free you
To dance again with joy where loved ones live.
GIVEN ANGEL'S WINGS, WHERE MIGHT YOU FLY
Given angel's wings, where might you fly?
In what sweet heaven might you find your love?
Unwilling to be bound, where might you move,
Lost between the wonder and the why?
If you were but a flame of pure desire,
A light so lovely you could not be seen,
Near mad with yearning, yet somehow serene,
And that were all, what more might you require?
HAPPINESS REMAINS A CHOICE
Happiness remains a choice
All through one's wandering.
Perhaps it is one's inner voice;
Perhaps the heart can sing.
Yearning can be ravenous;
Need can swallow joy.
In being, one is fabulous,
Not merely, but miraculous,
The happening of happiness
Hard times cannot destroy.