What WE do is, struggle with purpose and causes.
Unshielded, predestined and on course without pauses.
Served after years of serving,
Tagged: "Worthy of trust and praise."
While our past has past, setting the future in a daze.

What WE do is, bare the weight of a worlds' impossible tasks,
With pride and modesty without the need for a mask.
Our faces weather the tribulations, with coif and style to spare.
Doing the deeds necessary, living honest... (continue reading)

It WAS...it IS...it WILL BE

The history of my heart is unchronicled and untold,
The obstacles it faced felt multiplied by a hundredfold,
The toil and hurt, the bumps and falls,
The smiles and laughs, I miss them all,
The birthday of joy and the funeral of pain,
One stamps an impression, the other a stain.

It WAS...it IS...it WILL BE

The day is new but smells like yesterday's past,
While each passing moment matures into memories... (continue reading)

What can measure the value of my love for you?
Can it tip the scale by the weight of hours of thought spent on how to make you smile?
Is this something not measured in pounds?
Perhaps I could open the seal of my soul and let it pour out on you a deluge of memories?
No container could possibly hold those contents...except maybe your heart.

While it seems that time has taken its toll on my passion...vying to wrestle the power of its flames.
Only to find that... (continue reading)

A Love that's won and then is lost,
It takes its toll and has a cost.
My heart, it bleeds and sweats,
And cries and hurts,
And rests no more,
And heals slower with each toiling loss,
And upon it grows a hopeless moss,
And deep inside i die again,
Hoping that it might live again.

Grey and sullen, my eyes, they see...
Darkened and faded is the glory of a vibrant love,
No eagle, nor lion, nor butterfly or the dove.
But rather a cold... (continue reading)