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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Poor To The Crowd

When my pockets are empty, my knees hit the floor,
God whispers, Now, you are Mine once more.
No riches to shield me, no pride in the way,
Only faith to carry the hunger each day.

But to women, my worth is a number, a sum,
A measure of wealth, what I have, what will come.
Love is a promise, but bills call it lies,
Affection is fleeting when bank accounts die.

God says, Come closer, you need only Me,
But love in the world has a cost, has a fee.
A king in the heavens, a beggar on earth,
One seeks my spirit, the other my worth.

So I walk in the middle, where silence is loud,
Rich to my Maker, yet poor to the crowd.
Torn between purpose and pockets of dust,
Loved by the heavens, but here—who to trust?

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