Why write? - summer

A thousand people could play it,

so a million people could hear,

but only one human could write it-

that's what's crafted my career.

Heavenly Hope - summer

Try as we might,

things will never be just right,

this world is fraught with trouble

and in the flesh we groan,

no matter where we are in life

there will always be a hunger for home.

origins - fall

cravings in the night

thoughts unguarded

soaring to the surface

from the origin of emotion

seeking light

impossible to drown

bubbles that won't burst

don't even try

pushing them down.

Magnanimous Heart - summer

Those who possess magnanimous hearts

make you think you're the one who is great.

You seek out their attention

for the feelings they create.

You're rewarded with each encounter

that makes you want to see them yet more;

Yes, they behave as though

you are the center,

but on reflection,

they are the core.

Collective Conscience - winter

It's but a small inconvenience to lie

just once in a great while;

to make it seem so believable

(with a sly little smile).

It may all appear so simple,

but my mentors taught me well;

for when I lay in bed at night,

my collective conscience rebels.

States of Mind - summer

Some people live a liquid life,

fluid and flowing through different places;

some people exist in a gaseous form

eminating from various spaces;

some are in a solid state,

firm and with a stable base;

-

Most everyone I've ever known

fits into one of these three;

what I have to wonder is,

which would they assign to me?