Marcy
A sadness permeate s this land, Because of lies, Uncle Sam told, Saying a natural herb was wrong, Inside the rhetoric that they’ve s… Now the lies have been exposed,
In the adventure we call life, We’re surrounded by so many faces, Never noticed by the world, Alone, in populated places, Isolation is the sentence imposed,
There are times when darkness inva… When that darkness beats in our ch… Though there’s also light at times… In the darkness the heart protests… There must be a healthy mixture,
A river wanders aimlessly, Across many many miles, Changing speed along it’s way, To travel in many styles, In places it travels so very slow,
I listen to the falling rain, And it seems it contains a voice, A voice I heard not long ago, That now leaves me with no choice, My dreams become a revolving door,
In the distance lightning flashes, Soon thunder fills the air, Water glistens on dancing leaves, The storm’s approach we hear, A steady breeze begins to blow,
On a stormy summer’s eve;with the… Standing in a sea of ferns;amid a… Looking at a cabin scene;full of g… What about the memories;that come… As the leaves above your head;beco…
Are there times when just a name, Is better than nothing at all, When whispering a name to yourself… Helps you stand instead of fall, At the time when life seems darkes…
As we travel through our mortal li… What whispers do we hear, A heart that speaks out loud to us… Or the voice of all we fear, Do we keep our innermost thoughts,
It seems I looked for reasons;whe… As your love grew wings;and left w… Still it changes nothing;I know y… As assumptions changed our world;a… I believe in you;But did you give…
For the first time in a couple yea… I finally saw your face, Familiar feelings flooded in, Memories still in place, The heart felt like it grew in siz…
In the darkness late at night, whe… Rainbows of colors assault the eye… Fireballs sail in clear view, memo… Explosions seem to light the night… Memories take on colorful shapes,…
A memory reaches from the grave, And caresses a beating heart, As we wonder what we save, While fear prevents a start, The memories massage a tortured mi…
Sometimes we look, at broken thing… With judgment in our eyes, But what you see at first glance, Is nothing more than a disguise, It’s just a gifts wrapping,
Two cold yet sweaty hands, grip a… Steering to a time and place, when… As the miles flash quickly by, the… While in the mind the memories, se… Arms and neck begin to ache, but s…
