D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
A writing platform celebrating the freedom of expression and the exploration of God, self and the world.
Holding it all down Taking care of home There whenever I’m needed Giving more than I own. Misunderstood and taken for granted Feeling less than I’m worth Back here where I’m planted. Whining don’t change a thing With dreams hiding on a dusty shelf, And complaining won’t make a difference When I give all and […]
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Gender neutral? No, uh huh, not me, Cuz I found out Woman is extraordinary. Even if ruling the world Was intended for a he, Man would sit on a Throne of ruins without a she. ** The world may try to Throw us under the bus, But the truth of the matter is: Men, you […]
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The clouds hang low and heavy in my heart, But I withhold the rain so I might go on, Only an occasional shower To saturate the ground Holding the seeds of promise— Never a flood to destroy them. Soon an east wind will blow away the clouds, So I press on expecting clear skies And […]
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I’m a deep, deep, well; Toss in Your secrets Your dreams Your cares. Can’t make all your wishes come true But when you need me I’m there. I’m a deep, deep well So full of you How much left is me? I feel what you feel, I see what you see. This deep, deep well […]
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Mama said this day would come When you’d be standing there Trying to figure out how I made it, Wondering how I got through, Wishing I had fainted Instead of surpassing you. Now I’m on top I want you to know The view up here looks great And you very, very…very small. © D.L. Lunsford
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A song unsung, Story half-told, Music notes drawn on pages for sale but never sold. Tried not to care but the tears won’t lie; They dissolve my mask and expose what I hide. I am a pen full of ink with an enduring hope, A determined climber on a shredding rope. My mouth parts expelling […]
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If freedom was for sale who could afford it? Would it really be freedom if you could buy it? Probably just some watered-down version of a dream, A fragrant wish in a fancy bottle; Something to make you close your eyes and forget… the shackles on your feet. © D.L. Lunsford
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Time is short… When you’re having fun When you’re wasting it Time is long… When you’re waiting When you’re hungry No time… If you’re God Out of time… When you’re dead © D.L. Lunsford
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Though we may not say it, we all want peace. Though we may not admit it, we get tired. Though we may hide it, we yearn to be loved, understood, and forgiven. So while we’re out shopping for gifts to give to others, God hopes we remember the gift He gave to us, And finally unwrap […]
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A star was born the day I closed my eyes and dared to believe– believed my life was more than I could see believed I’m loved believed I’m free. My star grew every time I possessed the courage to stand– stand for what is right stand for what is true stand up for me. Took […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 