Poems

stone heart

All our Souls are lumps of Coal
Which need to be polished and shined
After dozens of births we Finlay get some worth
And Krsna is proud to say this is mine

The sprout

A seed was planted long ago
but no light did shine upon him
so he did not want to grow
But the light did come
with pooring rain
it soothed his sores
and washed away the pain
so he peeked above the surface
to see what was arround
but wasent content with just what was on the ground
He grew some more and reched high as the sky
but some bugs camethey bit him and this made him cry
but the sun did send his love
and encoured the sprout to grow
soon flowers bloomed with seeds of love to sew
the vine continued growing
past the dark clouds he did reach
till at last who was a little sprout
became a vine takeing shelter at radhe's feet

If I had wings

O to have wings again that would be my desire
I would rise into the sky
and lean upon a cloud and whatch
the Golden sun as he sinks
down into the ocean
I would fly across the ocean
in the darkness of the night
to a little town by the sea
right to outside your window
and sing a wonderful song
to call you
But I have no wings
I just have feet
But were there is a will
there is a way
and for now
thats all I'll say

battle wounds

My heart has scars
left by cupids darts
they pain when I think of what was

They are hard to heal
but I love to feel
and the painI can tollerate just because

Even though Ive been riped and torn
A thorn will onlybe removed with another thorn
And a heart willbe healed by the love of another heart

Krsna my dear
is always near
and his love
fixes all of the wounds