Biography of stephen morris
Once a hell-raiser but now a Husband in love with life.
Hard times behind us and yet to come we have endured many of the things that people only read about yet we still have faith in the lord.
Having been a builder most of my life ihave found that being a sculpture is a release from reality, Art is not only in the written word but the visual as well.
stephen morris Poems
The hurt, the pain, has returned again, to remined me i`m only mortal.
Promise Of True Love
Lonely hearts, sinues taught, love for me in you i sought, Cold days and empty nights, were mine to hold alone i thought.
Life On A Limb
</>Crytal tears as the cold wind blows, your life going nowwhere as everyone knows., or so they think in wisdoms mind, everyone, everywhere still seems blind.
Lets Start Anew
</>To whome does god grant power over all things? are we so vaine as to think its us, are we not mortal enough for life given this breath for natures delight.
</>Fires bright, burning new beginings, hope for the future has changed, what shall we do for those we care, our lives now shackled with chains Smoke burnes blind our eyes are closed, we pray for all we are worth, that god will see the folly in us, give deliverence and so forth.
New Born Love
When first we breath the touch of life, Hands to craddle, Natures delight,
</>The sound is all around us, the voices we have heard, for each and every corner, the world does surly turn. For God is here beside us all and watches over us he`s in our every movement he`s the power in us all,
</>Anger has cast a couldron deep inside my soul, its moulton metal to cold to hold, One sylable or two is all it takes to make this eruption take place, yet words alone carn`t heal the fold.
</>I exist, all i do is exist, i feel life with naked hands and stumble around...blind to what this world has to offer. Depression is guilt in another form that takes with it our youth. depressed of your surrounding and guilty for being there, the shell thats left is full of doupt if we want to tell the truth.
</>The light, where does the light go, on this dull and god forsaken night, they fall so gently, they sway to and fro, the leaves of natures delight. A window is the portal to another life outside, another world to behold, but you sit and stare, you look elsewhere, outside seems way to cold.
</>I exist, all i do is exist, i feel life with naked hands and stumble around...blind to what this world has to offer.
Depression is guilt in another form that takes with it our youth.
depressed of your surrounding and guilty for being there,
the shell thats left is full of doupt if we want to tell the truth.
Pride is a sin that cannot be explained, it`s colourfull exuberance blinds even the brave,
our heart and our soul is another thing that cannot be saved.
The colours of nature