Copyright Loki

How ponderous these minutes seem
I view my life detached.
I live my day as if a dream,
My soul descends in poverty,
My heart remains in broken shards,
beneath the heels of circumstance.
I cast again the dice of chance.
And pray, and pray…
and I pray.

Still Standing

Copyright Loki

fighting’s burning dreaming out
going now where
crying nights and all the doubt
does God care.
I’m still standing, that’s something
I’m still standing, ain’t that something?


Copyright Loki

I look in your eyes,
I see a stranger
I see my soul there
I know I’m in danger.
You keeping the score
counting just like a banker
every drop that falls
like rose petals uncharished
and limited.


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