truth
To The Only
The one, for life
The one who brings joy and love
A breath of peace and comfort
A need fulfilled
I can go on, and run out of words
For it is a feeling, indescribable
You just know
With the power to empty your heart
Only to fill it again, and again
Like no other, with love
Beyond time
Happy Valentines Day my Lovely
Peter Hill
Back To Forward
Do we go back so we can move forward, or simply refuse to move on?
Do we return because we made full circle, or just lost our way?
Resolution
A reset button, meant to reprogram our minds
A mind set, to start new beginnings
Changes, we require ourselves to do
Promises, of better things to come
Acceptance, of things not yet changed
Goals, to guide us
New solutions, to old problems
Hope, for something better
And dreams, that are very much possible
Peter Hill
Honor And Respect
Do we pay our respects by honoring, or do we not have enough honor to respect?
Did our parents lose us, or did we choose to let go?
Were they absent, or did we not seek their presence?
Were we not loved, or were we not loving enough?
Peter Hill
Right to Commit
Do you not vote because you think it would not make a difference, or should you vote to make sure you can?
Is the truth to leadership the absence of lies, or are lies essential to leadership?
Is the right to vote a choice, or a commitment?
Are we choosing the lesser evil, or the better liar?
Peter Hill
Angered Relationships
Should you let go because something is getting in between you and your relationship, or should you hold on tighter so nothing can get in between?
Is your relationship easily fractured, or forged by anger?
Are the stresses you feel pounding you to break, or making you solid?
Peter Hill
My True North
Like a magnet, I follow your every direction.
I may be taken to different locations, spun like a top or whatever motion.
I always go back to where you are.
I follow you just like the star.
You can move to random places, no one has ever been.
You will be found, for my true north I’ve seen.
I’m lured by you, my true north, my true north.
I can’t help myself, I slip when I fight it.
I may stray, and go the opposite way.
Then come around, like the sun roams the day.
I have no choice but to stay true
Till I get to you, my true north.
I’m so into you, my true north.
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Blindly Believe
Do we believe in what is true or, are we true to what we believe?
Do we follow the blind or, do we blindly follow?
Peter Hill
Thoughts Of An Ordinary Man By Peter Hill 