Melancholy Too LateIt's too late for regrets,Remorse, or remonstrations;It's too late to back out,Or resist the progressionSet on the trackFast proceeding down the grain,Not much can be doneExcept hold on to the reigns.Without enduranceAnd patience's rest,The impatient persuerHas already lost the best.
Looking For AdamAs Adam sought God for his comparable companion -So I search, for my Adam.So seemingly hopeless as it wroughtHis answer soon came from Heaven;The Truth as it came, flooded in torrentsOf numberless revelations;They came in a storm of quick dashing torrents;Intricate truths in visions:Our earthly companion doth existBut not for the purpose we think;He/she manifests in materialNot to take, but for us to give.We seek completion - to be made wholeWhen in truth we are to make;To help someone else be better to build them upThat is the true purpose of soul-mates.
In response to...In Response to: "Words Are Not Enough" (By Ron Carnell)And yet how essentialThose few words can be!And yet so rarely,Those few forms I see.But no matter,I know now your heart's intent:So I say to you "I love you too!"And with that, my heart's content.
They tell me that...They tell me that...Behind every cloud's a silver lining -That, by no doubt is true;The only problem with it allIs that, the silver's the only hue.I see no hint of coming sunshine,Nor signs of these storms ending;I see no rainbows arching the skiesTo herald Your promise's coming.Instead the storm clouds gather -Slowly, bloating out the sky;Gradually removing last traces of blue -Making Hope seem but a lie.