Words, processing, girls, tis the season
or month that happens. Dedication to faith
heart beats that tell the truth. Faltering for all.

Simple

This mind that goes at it's own pace, that see it as black or white.
While hers is all sorts of colors. Dialogue is erratic.
He speaks of the chill surround them, pulling in his sweater.
She twirls and takes off her jacket.
Walking up the stairs, focused on the flames that are sure to bring warmth
Grabbing his hand, pulls him to the wind. Awkwardly moving
releasing her hand, opening the door, he settles in the lazy-boy.

Self

Kicking, screaming, taunting, it's on the horizon.
Lingering in the air, it tells a story of it's own.

Within

Lay this paper here, use the paper and pencil to find
the pattern that lays within. Scribbles you're told not
do to. Stay within the lines, but here you make the lines.
Finding a figure within. Life helped on this rule break.

Releasing into this new found pleasure. It's waves come forth
the bumps shown. A symbol to life not being a map to follow.

I Am.

Find me in the quiet,
wait for the world to be sill.
Let the silence encompass you.

Why run when you know I see.
I see all, your comfort only comes
from me. Those object, things, pleasures
they all fail you. Come to me.

Nothing else will bring the joy I do.
Compassion is because of me.
Your peace is what I give you.
Love is the beginning of it all.