Just Thinking

Here are a couple of things I've written over the last few months.

Fast Pace:
Empty spaces
On crowded faces
Where will you walk?

Tainted traces
Of all God's graces
Too tired to talk

Stop.
Rest.
From life's listless races.

Here's another one written while waiting for my flight at Dallas Love Field.

Gate Six:
Gate six
Just tasted my caffeine fix
Yea, I'm awake,
But is that what it takes
To see
To read
Between the lines
of the signs of the times?
To write
To weave
Lines with simple rhymes?
Is it me
Or just the caffeine?