singing softly,
as he sweeps the floor
of your room?
do you hear
the whirr of
the butterfly’s wings,
flying just outside your window?
do you hear
the silence of the rain,
falling just outside your door?
do you hear
the beating of the heart,
rhyming yours,
filling the void with light?
it’s just me…
let me in!
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i’m taking off this
worn, bent, and rusted.i’m laying downmy spear and my shield,taking off my sandals.let the flag fallto the dirt….fling the battle horn away….i’ve given every ounceto love’s battle….baby, i’m all in!take what’s left of this old man,or let me wither away…i’ve born your namethrough hell and passion;your heart held high,your spirit written in rain.be still, and…
some of us are born,
and spend our lives,singed by lightning.flying madly like mothstoward the flame that devours,scarred by the beatings,just living to feel…loving the unspeakable,touching the untouchable…we smell like the disease,while eating the cure.driven by the need,lost inside the wind.but the flesh we eatis none but our own!set free by weeping,we walk on the sea.and roll away the stone,knowing…
we pass too often unaware,
through the vast blacknessof inner space…a bump, a bruise,a scratch, a scar…and almost the smellof a closeness.we bring the cup to our lips,too hot to taste…it is only in the silence after,that memory reaches out to touch!
she has a disability,
not some freak!she has feelings and dreams,just like you!she works hard, harder than most,and gets things done,in spite of……she loves to read and to think,her mind is not warped….she doesnt want your pity,she wants your respect.she’s human, not a joke,she’s nobody’s mistake,with a heart open and caring….she can do what you can,and maybe even more….for…
tis the knock on the door you’ve dreaded…
the weary lay down to sleep,snow falls on rust colored leaves.are you then left with old photographs,the sound of a voice you dimly remember…and memories that unfurl like chapters,every time you turn off the light.the tears you cried, for him, or for you?he does not need your tears anymore.he is not dead, but simply at…
the true concept
we burn the bridgewith fingers that grasp!not knowing,we will never be free at death,unless we let go in this life!when the sun rises at dawn,there is light…sadly, we spend mostof our mornings and evenings,still waiting on the sun to rise!distance…the illusion of me and mine,that falls short of, ‘i am’!
Always asking, Why?
Wondering if their hearts
Are made of Stone,
As life’s rivers dry,
Emptiness does choke
With unheard, sigh
The errant heart,
The lonely heart,
The broken heart
That softly cries,
That softly dies
Never, having found,
A loving Home.
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Love is true and Love is earnest,
It’s a Light that just progresses,And of Life, the best of all.If we only loved each other,What a great World this would be,Then a Song of Peace would flutter,Throughout All Humanity.
I cannot believe in Love,
I cannot believe in Compassion,While Murder is in fashion,And we hate one another,With such morbid Passion.
I loved you then,
Each moment with you,I still adore,The memory of,A love so true,That made the sky,Seem more than blue,I loved you then,I love you now,I’ll always love you,You’re mine, somehow,And when at night,I’ll welcome rest,You’ll fill my dreams,With all that’s best.
In the silent nights
I feel your shadow,Closely, byAnd a desperate windOf cold, surrenderChills my heartMaking me cry.Time has passedMaking, no betterSo the endlessQuestion,‘Why’How short ourLove and LifeTogether,Smoldering ashesThat refuseTo die!And the pain embraces,Strongly,And my space startsTo close inAs I know,I’ll love you onlyLife was not for usTo win.
Secret notes,
Thoughts,That are yoursAnd yours alone,Personal diary,That each one ownsIntimate worldWhere thoughts are heardMysterious phantoms,That roam,Below the skinThat talk to you,Sometimes,Even controlThe world within,So very intimate,These thoughtsThe feelings broughtThat in us,Almost always win.
Because you write like no one else,
A Chant that’s Universally born,And becomes Magic in word’s form,You’re poetry is Light to me,It takes me to a special place,Where sweetness and beauty preform,A Symphony of Life, new born.