The Unwritten Book.

Wait I have been here before this familiar place,
I had almost forgotten your handsome face.

I think I have read this book a time or two,
Its a classic only to be read my a chosen few.

Its here in the 4th chapter on page six.
Where the druggie longs for her fix.

I have judged her harshly and broke her heart,
All the while I have forgotten my part.


My hand writes the pages of this tale,
In this room dark with the air growing stale.

I am not so different from her, I have my vice,
One that steals my soul and I pay the price.

Passion is the name of the game,
Once you dabbled in it , you will never be the same.

Wait, this is all too real, the pages coming alive,
Feelings, thoughts, like a tornado they arrive.

I search to find the title, where is the cover?
Just as I thought, my worst fears to discover.

The end is unwritten, blank pages haunting my dreams,
As i fight this fate with all of its dirty schemes

How will it end, please tell me don't leave me to my own mind,
Will you find it in your heart to be kind?

That's it, how could I have forgotten the title....FOOL,
A fate that I must face that is all too cruel.

written by me 2007

Shake the Dust

Pick myself up and shake off the dust,
Its here with You that I must trust.

You have never left my side,
True happiness is when In You, I abide

How Your heart breaks,
When I make carelsss mistakes

Separate these offenses from East to West,
Perge me with the refiners fire as You see best

Plant my roots deep in Your soil,
So my selfishness can not longer toil

Shake the dust and make me new,
Give me strength to be your chosen few.

Build a strong tower in which inside You abide,
Pick me up, shake the dust, and give me a new stride.

Written by Me.....2007