Poems by Truett1

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  • To arms, to arms, there is a fight,
    Heaven and Hell are in deathly plight...

  • I thought you accepted who I was,
    Am I wrong to think this...

  • Darkness takes all in unbearable pain,
    It wraps the broken in remorse...

  • The world moves slowly,
    A whisper emerges...

  • What is Meditation?
    Is it focusing on one thought...

  • The quiet musician sits on the chair,
    In front lies his stand...

  • The traveler wanders the Earth,
    Observer of Everything...

  • Rise from your beds, Livers,
    Rise from your warm, soft, quiet sheets...