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I do not have any control over my haughty heart
nor does it have control over me
where does that leave us
pit against not only each other but unknown forces
as well battling to be free
I come to you heedless of society's ugly voice
feeling after all that it is my......
and not their final choice
when one falls unwittingly in love
it's often considered fate, destiny or something
there of
let me proceed to voice my opinion in a quiet yet
forceful dulcet tone
my insight sometimes gets outwardly turned
this is not always accepted lightly
I have recently learned
I love examining what is, what's going to be
and what has been
but sometimes it can be perfectly painful
playing the game of remember when
I find the word death to be such a seductive noun
it has such a mysterious and sensuous sound
just now upon pondering my future but hopefully
long away demise
my own willful thoughts I must tame so to
chastise
sometimes I wonder about the many facets of
religion and all it implies
I really do love him and honestly believe that
CHRIST is my friend
at least he ceaselessly tries
I love him the father and the holy ghost for that
I believe CHRIST is where all love is at........
(written April 15,1991)