Preface This book is a collection of my most true heart of hearts. The poems herein are direct representations of sights and emotions I have experienced along this journey thus far. From hate, sadness and depression to love, forgiveness and… Read More ›
Line in the Sand Guilty judge the guilty Before the king they brought Caught in the act of her sin Condemned to death they thought Stones in hand ready to throw The king inquired within Guilty of death she is… Read More ›
Tears Tears run down his grief stricken face And land on the ground of that isolated place A call out to his father if there were any other way The tears on the ground are there to stay The grief… Read More ›
Suicide Letter Today I think I’ll knock myself off A spiritual hit, if you will Beat myself on a daily basis The carnal me I must kill I’ll grab me by the throat And take me out back for a… Read More ›
Tyler It’s been said, That there are angels among us. I’ve seen a few With mine own eyes. They are to us earthen creatures, As the dawn is to the dusk, And sunset is to sunrise. I’d like you to… Read More ›
Excerpt from “Pressing On” by Author Billy Charles Root The Silver Kiss Thirty silver pieces A sinners ransom indeed Someone to lead us right to him is all that we need One of the twelve Bring him here to talk… Read More ›
Excerpt from “Pressing On” by Author Billy Charles Root Service Department I have a rosary used in prayer and practice but I’m no catholic I’ve been baptized by submersion, but I’m no Baptist I believe in the methods of Jesus… Read More ›
Excerpt from “Pressing On” by Author Billy Charles Root Self-Sorrow I am in the pit if self-sorrow My bones ache with in me My flesh clings to them I am drowning in my fearful heart I can’t breathe I reach… Read More ›
Excerpt from “Pressing On” by Author Billy Charles Root Saved by Love The name of love has pierced me through My heart did stop and die At my tomb love called to me I arose from death to life The… Read More ›
Excerpt from “Pressing On” by Author Billy Charles Root Puppets The puppet master tilts his hand The strings he tug’s and pull’s Forced to dance and strike a pose he jerks us around like fools Held by strings we twirl… Read More ›
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