Anger of Passion

Deep inside of me,
Lies an anger of passion.
So hot and so strong.

Unlike fire and ice,
It smolders like hot lava.
Bubbling all around.

Consuming my heart,
With torment and intense rage.
Tearing me apart.

Eating me alive,
I wish I could quench the flame.
To keep me from pain.

Through all this anger,
There is resolve to find hope.
I hope to find peace.


(written January 16th, 2011)

The Vineyard

A warm breeze upon my face,
The fragrant scent in the air.
I never thought I'd be here,
In a place, where I'm free.

Free to roam, free to pick,
Free to relieve my woes.
It was like walking through
A corn maze. Rows and rows.

Each turn, a new smell,
Strong, sweet, mouth watering.
While wandering, I dream,
Imagining a whole new world.

Nature surrounded me,
Peace, bird songs and breath.
Blue skies, warm sun,
Nothing to dampen my heart.

I'd wished it was forever,
Dwelling in such a lovely place.
Sadly, until the next time,
It's only just a memory.


(written December 30th, 2010)