Ours are hearts that cannot bind –
too hard to seek,
too hard to find…
Ours are hearts that cannot bind…
too reticent,
too intertwined…
To extol the hope is fine
…redeem the dream
divine
love
Plaintive hope,
felled by most.
The World –
THE WORLD, it speaks of folly.
of torture and malaise.
of love’s decline
and lives deprived
and visages of waste.
THE WORLD, it speaks of tremors.
of callous love and hate.
of lines defined
and love subprime
and leaders to efface.
THE WORLD, it speaks of burdens.
of joylessness and fate.
of Jesus Christ
and those who strife
who bludgeon and disgrace.
THE WORLD it speaks in riddles.
It lies right to your face.
It shames and hides
the good inside
and leads instead to hate.
What does the world speak to you? I have conflicting thoughts about my own spontaneous reflections here. Please share your thoughts with me… I need it!
Talking in My Sleep
Talking in my sleep
a little bit of dreamer peeps
into my mind it reads
it plucks apart and pulls beneath
It opens and bequeaths
all the things that dreamers reap
and in my mind it speaks
that sultry voice, a steady stream.
This is my first blog post and I’m so glad I finally did it. Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep.
A Room of My Own 