Gregor Laskowski's Page

as i sit on the floor and bow my head i wonder why my path has led me here for which purpose must i be rid of fear that lies in store for me somewhere aheadno way could i the turns have all foreseen nor prayed for all of life's given blessings for the angels would not reveal their wings until after the time they could be seenis it a door i hear, a voice, a pace or only an echo, a whim, a wraith a breeze, a thought, a threat without a facebe still my beating heart, oh do not race stay with me in…See More

now that the truth is out and edges the windup say did you really doubt of where you would end upjust right there where you are all alone in the night feeling more fraud than star and really not that brightnot completely grownup more bewildered than fine but still the wait is up time to come forth and shineseems you blew your thirties in healing from your teens in bending to worries and in blaming your genescloistered in priory yet life was not tranquil your want was fiery unending test of…See More

was it not all written in the divine memoirs on the nightly heaven as a pattern of starsthat the worst could happen at the perfect hour to rescue the fallen from haughtiness dourso that they could in turn save from the bonfire their fellow men who burn in confusion direwas it not all written well ahead of the time in words aptly chosen metered and set to rhymethat there's no simple way to rekindle nature but take what from the day provides shallow pleasureso that there's no option but to renew…See More