....."Coming Of Age".......I'll always be here for you, waiting,wanting, not understanding the nature of whatineffective strategies i've burdened youryour life with. To leave you as if you wereclinging to a negative balance in the wind.As I wander aimlessly, increasing discomfort as my one and only friend. I will not soon forget the meaning of virtues, as mine, and only mine, were the derivitive of an uprooting of the most precious promise that might have been in my weary posession.Therfore, I wilt away, waiting, wanting, needing, the untouchable gift of nurture that was, but, forsaken.John Edward Henderson Jr.Copyright ©2006 John Edward Henderson"Intentions Pronounced".....Divinity, seldomly reached in a single life. Convictions wilting away, as temptation ivites you to play. Countless hours of indecision, hope is artificial, merely a vision. Dismissing negativity, that was once within, blessed with indecency, followed by sin. Drifting ahead with no end in sight, life is a loss, no need to fight. Emotions in motion, deception an art, delivered by evil, black as my heart.Preconceived notion, of life filled with disdain, decicration a pleasure, payment in pain.John Edward Henderson Jr.Copyright ©2006 John Edward Henderson "Finality sought"......You kept such a distance, I wept in aninstance. Your disguise was visible,told by the weight of your eyes,hidden was the truth, surrounded by lies.The key ingredient were your selfless acts,the missing elements were my denial of thefacts. The importance of my being, yieldingfeelings that were corrupt, my emotionalintelligence at times was abrupt. Trying tocontain the gloomy thoughts of discontent,erroneous behavior, time not well spent.Continuous resistance, disabling effect,initiative to dissociate, your absolutelycorrect.John E. Henderson Jr.Copyright ©2006 John E. Henderson Jr."Beginning To Breathe".....Illumination is the passion, the flame is the guide,leading to the path, can no longer hide. Burning todevelop, potential for growth, once dragging my feet Iwill not boast. The mask that I once wore, a torturousdevice, you assisted in removing, very sound advice.The awakening process was long overdue, disenchantingbehavior swallowed by you. The path of least resistance is where I now peacefully sleep. Your understanding and knowledge, has made my soul deep. I could not recognize, for quite some time, you have made me a whole, with reason and rhyme.John Edward HendersonCopyright ©2006 John Edward Henderson " Disturbance"....... As intriguing as it may seem, life, love, theposession of feelings carries a tremendous burden,they multiply with no particular cause or destination,devouring all who encounter it's path. ritualisticbeliefs, time allowances, sacred deposits of evolutioninfected, contorting, disenchanting my stability.cannot we question, our decisions, contemplations, ourevery dream, as if it were just a mere delusion ofunimportant, uneventful, torturous discoveries thatare directly correlated with the negativity thatrepresents personal conflict and chaos that erruptsfrom the depths within. compliance and acceptance thatthe motions that are made, are that of a master to apuppet, we are affected by the natural imbalance ofthe universe, therefore, reconciliation seems sodistant that we misplace our overall ability toco-exist with creativity.John Edward HendersonCopyright 2006 John Edward Henderson ...."Waste Of Skin".....Cannot understand the complexity of it all.Days overlap, repeat, no consequence, rhythm,or meaning. Nearest your heart am I ? Orjust another dismal hemmorage of unsuitableemotions seeping through my pores? Shall notyet decide my placenta like fate, or paddlethrough the waves of inconsistency with onlya single thought of reconciliation that hadjust been devoured a short time ago by myown incompetence. Why is it I who ishabitually seduced by misfortune?John HendersonCopyright ©2006 John Henderson