Why doesn't everyone give it away freely
The Poetry of Wayne Box Miller
It's all about LOVE. I've returned to the world of blogging to do poetry. I have released my second book, The Power of Love but unfortunately my first book "From the Soul of a Man, A RoMANtic Journey" is out of print...but who knows it may return. So follow me here, buy the book or both. Better yet tell someone and let's keep love alive!
May 7, 2013
March 12, 2013
Just Live
Just live.
To the best of your ability
Never comparing
Always daring
Seldom complaining
Constantly reflecting
Forecasting and projecting
Onward and upward
Loving and respecting
Every bit of you
And let the rest happen...
Life doesn't need your help,
Just your involvement
©2013 Wayne Box Miller
To the best of your ability
Never comparing
Always daring
Seldom complaining
Constantly reflecting
Forecasting and projecting
Onward and upward
Loving and respecting
Every bit of you
And let the rest happen...
Life doesn't need your help,
Just your involvement
©2013 Wayne Box Miller
February 14, 2013
Valentine Day Fact
Not defined by time,
Circumstance or place
Not determined by chance,
accident or mistake
This love is beyond destiny,
or a dream come true
It's like the absolute fore sure,
each day with you seems brand new
When i awake to the knowledge
That you're already mine
I no longer concern myself
With the passing moments in time
Because each moment is an eternity,
A lifetime of it's own
Minutes and hours of Valentine Day
Is a seed our love has sewn.
Hey, lets keep it that way...
©2013 Wayne Box Miller
Circumstance or place
Not determined by chance,
accident or mistake
This love is beyond destiny,
or a dream come true
It's like the absolute fore sure,
each day with you seems brand new
When i awake to the knowledge
That you're already mine
I no longer concern myself
With the passing moments in time
Because each moment is an eternity,
A lifetime of it's own
Minutes and hours of Valentine Day
Is a seed our love has sewn.
Hey, lets keep it that way...
©2013 Wayne Box Miller
January 24, 2013
Morning Thoughts
I'm cold until I think of you
Then I take the covers off
You're too hot for words
My life devoid of you, absurd
Sunrise hopes to see you
As much as I do
You brighten anything, anywhere
And anybody that has a heart
But thanks to your love
I'm living in illumination
Called relationship
In it forever because I won't quit
Whatever you got
They call "it"
But I call it ours...
c2013 Wayne Box Miller
Then I take the covers off
You're too hot for words
My life devoid of you, absurd
Sunrise hopes to see you
As much as I do
You brighten anything, anywhere
And anybody that has a heart
But thanks to your love
I'm living in illumination
Called relationship
In it forever because I won't quit
Whatever you got
They call "it"
But I call it ours...
c2013 Wayne Box Miller
January 16, 2013
Thoughts of 13...
I still believe in love
The power it possesses
The return on its own investment in me
When it's right
You know it but...
You wait for the other shoe to drop
See if it fits the mood and moment
Love is outstanding
when it's showing off
Showing me how to love
Or how satisfaction is just the beginning
Either way in love I'm winning
If love is representing you
And calling on me
To close the deal
c2013 Wayne Box Miller
The power it possesses
The return on its own investment in me
When it's right
You know it but...
You wait for the other shoe to drop
See if it fits the mood and moment
Love is outstanding
when it's showing off
Showing me how to love
Or how satisfaction is just the beginning
Either way in love I'm winning
If love is representing you
And calling on me
To close the deal
c2013 Wayne Box Miller
January 1, 2013
September 8, 2012
HOME ALONE
I want to touch the center of your soul
Offer up my universe in exchange
That includes the skeletons in my closet
If you share your dark secrets in the daylight
Judge and jury can’t live in this space
Family got their own real estate
We have to carve out a land of milk & honey and love
And put up a fence to keep the haters out
We’ll probably lose friends in the process
Who were haters in sheep’s clothing…
Unmasked at the birth of our happiness
Be gone, dead wrong, sad song
You want to destroy what you desperately want for yourself
Ohh well…
Put the sold sign in the yard
This house is off the market
So are we
Home alone at last
©2012 Wayne Box Miller
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