You were always there when I needed you, yet
I hardly ever called for your help.
Our souls will always touch. Outside I
was facing my problems with a belt.
Until now I was skeptical of you, but destiny
played part in my whole to seek you.
No words came from my lips, my soul reached
out for your help. You heard and made the dark turn blue.
Underneath our existence stands our future door, which
only with our own faith can we step through.
One tiny pebble of life I was to you,
hope for an answer is all I could do.
Reaching out, I did not have to go to church to show
my love for him. His soul knew I was no fool.
I know now how powerful “belief” is,
grasp it with hope is what I will do.
So know now, I am not afraid of death. No one
can take my soul away from me, I will fight for it.
He gave me a message in a dream, and I knew he
would be by me, step by step.
Meanings I try to write, yet in my soul they
all come out right for him.
Every question asks for what happens after our life
ends, our souls will answer them.
Friday, May 21, 2010
I came to the bridge with my mind knowing
where I was to go.
I hesitated before the bridge, a gust of destination
pushed from behind with a mighty flow.
My life had ups and downs, yet that didn’t
seem to matter here.
I looked across and could see the bridge was
old with time, which many fear.
I saw no animals, no birds, just a dead sensation of
emptiness, which was not what I expected to have felt.
It was that last hand, which was to show
the way. The cards had been dealt.
I took a step, the bridge shook with a fading
waver of my last hope.
I had no fear, just the realization that the
ending was my own. With this, I had to cope.
The steps came, one by one. I stood at
the middle, the bridge shook all the more.
I looked back; a mist had formed and covered
everything. I now was at the bridge’s core.
I looked down and could feel it without seeing it,
the heat was very close.
I took a step forward; I heard a crack, then the ringing
of bells. I woke up hanging on to the bed post.
where I was to go.
I hesitated before the bridge, a gust of destination
pushed from behind with a mighty flow.
My life had ups and downs, yet that didn’t
seem to matter here.
I looked across and could see the bridge was
old with time, which many fear.
I saw no animals, no birds, just a dead sensation of
emptiness, which was not what I expected to have felt.
It was that last hand, which was to show
the way. The cards had been dealt.
I took a step, the bridge shook with a fading
waver of my last hope.
I had no fear, just the realization that the
ending was my own. With this, I had to cope.
The steps came, one by one. I stood at
the middle, the bridge shook all the more.
I looked back; a mist had formed and covered
everything. I now was at the bridge’s core.
I looked down and could feel it without seeing it,
the heat was very close.
I took a step forward; I heard a crack, then the ringing
of bells. I woke up hanging on to the bed post.
CANDLELIGHT
Can the truth be so real as we sit across
from each other and our eyes touch?
All hope of love rushes in
as a heartbeat on fire, yes, so much.
Nobody is on our minds except us two;
my hands touch hers, so soft.
Dancing to the flickering light her eyes do,
a teardrop falls, I am not that tough.
Letting the music flow through our bodies,
I know my love is gentle, yet strong in thought.
Each letter of forever is all I sense here,
she was always the one I sought.
Letting our lips meet is a passion long forgotten,
her fingers wipe my face of tears.
I have no words for what stirs inside, deep
in my heart, when she says forget your fears.
Getting that last deep breath out I do, the dim light
catches the sparkle of the ring I have out.
How does the fear of love feel so sad to me?
Of course she said yes, without a doubt.
Time had been so long looking, hoping,
wishing, was as being done from a long bout.
from each other and our eyes touch?
All hope of love rushes in
as a heartbeat on fire, yes, so much.
Nobody is on our minds except us two;
my hands touch hers, so soft.
Dancing to the flickering light her eyes do,
a teardrop falls, I am not that tough.
Letting the music flow through our bodies,
I know my love is gentle, yet strong in thought.
Each letter of forever is all I sense here,
she was always the one I sought.
Letting our lips meet is a passion long forgotten,
her fingers wipe my face of tears.
I have no words for what stirs inside, deep
in my heart, when she says forget your fears.
Getting that last deep breath out I do, the dim light
catches the sparkle of the ring I have out.
How does the fear of love feel so sad to me?
Of course she said yes, without a doubt.
Time had been so long looking, hoping,
wishing, was as being done from a long bout.
ARMS OF LOVE
As the heaviness of the early morning dew dripped off
the rose petals, so does the love of my baby from her eyes.
Reaching down, I wipe the tears away gently, as our eyes meet, reflection of my past looks back at me. To remember the past is hard when one dies.
Much warmth is flowing through my heart,
pictures of happiness cross my eyes’ sight.
So is this what reborn means? How many times
will I go through this until I get it right?
Out of all the life I have lived, I have a son,
twelve, not sure, hard to think.
For my mother of this miracle child, she is named Mary;
for her name I give her a last wink.
Letting me keep the memories will not be, up to
the mother, part of my endless soul he will have.
Others there will be, second chances they are being given.
When it is their time, clouds will hold their path.
Voices now I hear in my little ears, my son
seems to be on the right path, my wings await me.
Every movie, book, has a story to tell, I don’t know
who my father is, I write my version of who he was for all to see.
inspired by Benjamin Button
the rose petals, so does the love of my baby from her eyes.
Reaching down, I wipe the tears away gently, as our eyes meet, reflection of my past looks back at me. To remember the past is hard when one dies.
Much warmth is flowing through my heart,
pictures of happiness cross my eyes’ sight.
So is this what reborn means? How many times
will I go through this until I get it right?
Out of all the life I have lived, I have a son,
twelve, not sure, hard to think.
For my mother of this miracle child, she is named Mary;
for her name I give her a last wink.
Letting me keep the memories will not be, up to
the mother, part of my endless soul he will have.
Others there will be, second chances they are being given.
When it is their time, clouds will hold their path.
Voices now I hear in my little ears, my son
seems to be on the right path, my wings await me.
Every movie, book, has a story to tell, I don’t know
who my father is, I write my version of who he was for all to see.
inspired by Benjamin Button
IF WE MEET AGAIN
Inside a heart lies a tiny hope waiting
for her to bring it out one more time.
Fools are sometimes why love is funny, we never really
lose it, her sun touches me, yet every day this thought is mine.
We are what we become when in love, endless,
yet if we don’t hold it tight, it slowly floats away.
Even as the sands of time flow on, I never forgot
the power of the heart, ever so as today.
Maybe the words faded in the wind once long ago, I still see
her face when I open my heart, then she fades back.
Every sky has colors when you are in love, as love drifts away,
blue takes over, rainbows are gone, reason is not hard to lack.
Enter the day when the cold was bitter outside, I was walking
in the forgotten park when two green eyes looked back at me.
Time stood still yet went back a step, stronger we were for
a moment, one love feels the fire inside heating the heart to be.
All I could feel at that moment was open arms
coming from my heart, reaching out.
Giving up real love she could not do, fight for
her man she would do, this is what love is about.
Always was a word on store to believe. Your mind took
the words from the heart, “Happy!” it did shout.
In that magic second to say hi, all of these emotions
poured through your eyes for her to see.
Now two lips touched and the brush of love once again
paints colors in the sky, this time always to be.
for her to bring it out one more time.
Fools are sometimes why love is funny, we never really
lose it, her sun touches me, yet every day this thought is mine.
We are what we become when in love, endless,
yet if we don’t hold it tight, it slowly floats away.
Even as the sands of time flow on, I never forgot
the power of the heart, ever so as today.
Maybe the words faded in the wind once long ago, I still see
her face when I open my heart, then she fades back.
Every sky has colors when you are in love, as love drifts away,
blue takes over, rainbows are gone, reason is not hard to lack.
Enter the day when the cold was bitter outside, I was walking
in the forgotten park when two green eyes looked back at me.
Time stood still yet went back a step, stronger we were for
a moment, one love feels the fire inside heating the heart to be.
All I could feel at that moment was open arms
coming from my heart, reaching out.
Giving up real love she could not do, fight for
her man she would do, this is what love is about.
Always was a word on store to believe. Your mind took
the words from the heart, “Happy!” it did shout.
In that magic second to say hi, all of these emotions
poured through your eyes for her to see.
Now two lips touched and the brush of love once again
paints colors in the sky, this time always to be.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
NOTE FROM MY HEART
Now as I write this, you may be thinking
to yourself “Where did I go wrong?
Often as you think backwards, wishing that being
there more would change the future, love was never gone.
To teach me from right from wrong I knew, I feel
I wanted more from life then I could have in my time.
Each bad emotion I had, you were there for me, soul mates
for nine months say this, yet this pain will always be mine.
Freedom of choice I was given, voice of advice
and help I had, my soul just had no ears.
Reach out to each other we did, so you know
this. My mother should not have my fears.
One day at a time I tried to take, I had friends
for this, friendship was a rainbow of no end.
Much regret I have passed on to you, Mom, precious love,
when will I see you again? Always to you I send.
Many moments as I build my body to feel
good, the thought of loneliness sets in.
Yesterday is today though, I guess for what happened
is the only way I thought I could win.
Have your tears you must, remorse sets in
my older life I made myself on my own to be.
Each teardrop I let go was for me to see and feel,
chances are, in your dreams, you will see me.
Always remember when the wind is right, the leaves
flow silently and dance for you, that’s me, so you know.
Reach for the key to open the prison door you have locked
yourself in, I will be around to take away the cold.
Time to me is forever; to wonder near my precious loved ones
not to let them make my mistake, my spirit tells me so.
to yourself “Where did I go wrong?
Often as you think backwards, wishing that being
there more would change the future, love was never gone.
To teach me from right from wrong I knew, I feel
I wanted more from life then I could have in my time.
Each bad emotion I had, you were there for me, soul mates
for nine months say this, yet this pain will always be mine.
Freedom of choice I was given, voice of advice
and help I had, my soul just had no ears.
Reach out to each other we did, so you know
this. My mother should not have my fears.
One day at a time I tried to take, I had friends
for this, friendship was a rainbow of no end.
Much regret I have passed on to you, Mom, precious love,
when will I see you again? Always to you I send.
Many moments as I build my body to feel
good, the thought of loneliness sets in.
Yesterday is today though, I guess for what happened
is the only way I thought I could win.
Have your tears you must, remorse sets in
my older life I made myself on my own to be.
Each teardrop I let go was for me to see and feel,
chances are, in your dreams, you will see me.
Always remember when the wind is right, the leaves
flow silently and dance for you, that’s me, so you know.
Reach for the key to open the prison door you have locked
yourself in, I will be around to take away the cold.
Time to me is forever; to wonder near my precious loved ones
not to let them make my mistake, my spirit tells me so.
MY HOME
Missing this thought of an emotion
made these words come true.
Yesterday I thought to myself, “If I could save
days to cherish, the day I met you would do.”
Here I am saying good-bye to lonely moments my heart
beats, the tears of hurt are now teardrops of joy to see.
One smile touched me so much, then your eyes
melted me to show that love is real, always this will be.
Maybe when I am far away, I should miss you more, yet
when I live in your heart, I am never far away from you.
Each day and night has a sun. She lies on my chest at night,
has her head on my shoulder in the day, endless is her love too.
THE HEART IS BUT AN ORGAN OF LIFE
BUT I LIVE THERE IN SPIRIT AND SOUL.
made these words come true.
Yesterday I thought to myself, “If I could save
days to cherish, the day I met you would do.”
Here I am saying good-bye to lonely moments my heart
beats, the tears of hurt are now teardrops of joy to see.
One smile touched me so much, then your eyes
melted me to show that love is real, always this will be.
Maybe when I am far away, I should miss you more, yet
when I live in your heart, I am never far away from you.
Each day and night has a sun. She lies on my chest at night,
has her head on my shoulder in the day, endless is her love too.
THE HEART IS BUT AN ORGAN OF LIFE
BUT I LIVE THERE IN SPIRIT AND SOUL.
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