Gleams Of Streams Of Dreams

I have given myself over to youI have opened my heartAnd I have felt you in it. I have felt you in my brain too.You that pull the stringsThat fills my in betweens. I have not a single clue,No intention in playing smart,But I have feelings I’d like to admit. My body your love has…

Love Has Murdered My Brain

I write about love like I have a clue about it’s strings.A musician rejected by his own instrument.I’ve heard rumors of all the joy and butterflies it brings,I give this love thing a try with no improvement. Seated on the couch, I could feel loneliness clutch my heart,The pain in my chest and fear of…

I Am That Which I Am

I am the maker of the clothThe fabric of my life.I am everything that I need,The builder, the breaker.I am the tailor and the dressThe scissors and the thread.I am the floor under the feetAnd the man that walks on it. I am the bullet through the throatThe blood red history booksI am the warm…

The Inspirational Words Of Wisdom Of Edgar Albert Guest

On Quitting How much grit do you think you’ve got?Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?You may talk of pluck; it’s an easy word,And where’er you go it is often heard;But can you tell to a jot or guessJust how much courage you now possess? You may stand to trouble and keep…