Angel
I once saw an Angel,
She was so beautiful to look upon.
Her eyes were that of a crystal ball,
They glowed with out a blink.
Her charm was that of serpent,
Waiting to strike.
Angel who are you,
Are you for real.
Or is this just one more test,
I need to know Angel.
Let me understand,
Let me see.
Let me do in what I need,
Let me be my own light,
Please Angel don't bite.
I'm just your average soul,
Looking for my self,
Wondering what is to be.
Or what it is not,
Only you Angel of my dreams,
Knows what is to me.
My soul cries out in Pain,
I ask you once again.
Angel what is to be,
Let me know before it is to late,
Please Angel let me know.Author; Louis Mowry
Love
What is Love?
Is it something we see,
or is it just make believe.
Is Love a thing,
or just a mirage,
what is Love?
Is it loosing ones sense of communication,
could it be real,
or just what we feel.
How do we show what we feel,
how do we feel when were in Love,
how do we act in front of others,
how does it work?
Can we give it with a smile,
show me how to Love,
does Love make you hurt inside,
can it heal,
I'll never know.
Love must be a fantisy,
how can I feel what i don't have,
why does my heart hurt,
am I lost,
or just misplaced.
how hard can it be,
to show Love.Author :Louis Mowry
Sometimes
How is it so that sometimes,
I hear a voice,
am I nuts,
or is it just my imagination.
What do i hear when the voice talks,
just some words,
or words of wisdom,
yes I think at best,
how is it done.
I don't know myself,
who all hear the voice,
is it just me,
or is it everybody.
Sometimes i call back,
an sometimes i just listen,
do I really understand,
how does it happen,
who can it be?
Is it my mind playing tricks,
or is it real as you an me,
sometimes I find myself confused,
and ask myself who's there.
Can I understand the images that I see,
sometimes I wonder,
if it is all clear.
what is the voice telling me,
what is the images showing me.
How do I understand,
what is going on with me,
how is it I see what others don't,
how do I hear what others can't.
It all makes sense,
to me now,
it is the Lord,
that is talking to me.
Author : Louis Mowry
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