Thursday, March 23, 2017

An act of kindness



My spiritual mother laid her grace on me,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Opening a door for a stranger, or call upon a friend,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Tell someone I care, hold a hand of a dying friend,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Pay for a stranger’s coffee, help a family in need,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Tithe to the church, and donate my time,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Just say “Hi, how are you?” to a elder’s face,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Pray for a veteran who fought for your freedom,
An act of kindness, is what I did today.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Knotted


Hands trembling as I write this poem,
On cold chilly winter morning,
Dead silence ring in my ear,
Dim light by the fireplace,

Knotted together in this tiny house,
That we call our own,
Where love is shown, and hate is not allowed,
One second, turns into a minute, then an hour passes,
Of memories we create,

Knotted together, each heart beats its own rhythm,
Each mind begins with its own thought,
One word, one touch, one’s own work
Walls listening, holding onto each story
As if writing a book, of this family

Knotted together, each eye sees a miracle,
May it be the little one reads, or an experience to be,
Two learning together, as history unfolds,
Asking questions, seeking answers of the unknown,
Each eye scrolls life, as a movie on a screen

Knotted together, each ear hears the music of life,
If we all danced the same dance, life would be gone,
With no diversity, music to each ear would be dead,
Sounds of a piano, or the drums, each room cuddles the music,
As if it was making love, to our voices as we sing,
Knotted together, each one’s touch lingers forever,
Dozens of fingerprints, float through, but none alike,
Each finger, and thumb, is uniquely yours,
The soft touch of a hug, lingers
All knotted as one.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Trapped

The Hunt

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them

Love Stone




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She's Gone...Broken, Battered & Bruised
Depression, anxiety, and pain has enslaved me. Depression is my hero! Anxiety is my enemy! And pain is my lover! Poetry written by a depressed poet facing life challenges. 

Poem: She's Gone
 
Most of her is gone,
Broken and bruised...
~
Too scared to show her true colors to the world...
~
Most of her is done,
Playing games and hiding the flame...
~
Too intense to learn how to love someone in a crowd...
~
Most of her is unknown,
Secretly and walls to high...
~
To show affection to a world that won’t accept her
~
Most of her is gone,
Small part still alive….
~
Wanting to be loved by someone like you.
~

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My Heart, My Soul


My heart
Will it ever know of love
My heart
Broken, lonely and in despair
My soul
Will it ever know your love
My soul
Cold, dark and hungry
Will I? 

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She's Gone...Broken, Battered & Bruised
Depression, anxiety, and pain has enslaved me. Depression is my hero! Anxiety is my enemy! And pain is my lover! Poetry written by a depressed poet facing life challenges. 

Poem: She's Gone
 
Most of her is gone,
Broken and bruised...
~
Too scared to show her true colors to the world...
~
Most of her is done,
Playing games and hiding the flame...
~
Too intense to learn how to love someone in a crowd...
~
Most of her is unknown,
Secretly and walls to high...
~
To show affection to a world that won’t accept her
~
Most of her is gone,
Small part still alive….
~
Wanting to be loved by someone like you.
~

The Disease

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them

Dreams

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them



Lonely Nights




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She's Gone...Broken, Battered & Bruised
Depression, anxiety, and pain has enslaved me. Depression is my hero! Anxiety is my enemy! And pain is my lover! Poetry written by a depressed poet facing life challenges. 

Poem: She's Gone
 
Most of her is gone,
Broken and bruised...
~
Too scared to show her true colors to the world...
~
Most of her is done,
Playing games and hiding the flame...
~
Too intense to learn how to love someone in a crowd...
~
Most of her is unknown,
Secretly and walls to high...
~
To show affection to a world that won’t accept her
~
Most of her is gone,
Small part still alive….
~
Wanting to be loved by someone like you.
~

Beauty

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them

Lilacs, for you Mom



Cracked Window


Rain, tumbling down, on the crack window pane,
Lightening flashing, thunder crashing, I awake,
To find you are gone,

As I rise from my bed, and shake the dreaded feelings
I wonder where you are, why did you leave?
Wasn’t my love strong enough?

Rain, tumbling down, on the crack window pane,
Reminds me of my heart and the tears I shed today.

Just Broken




Awe

My Darkest Place

Take me with you

A Poet of Many Words

Phases

Phase one, in the beginning, a new change upon me,
I was scared, didn’t know what to expect,
I was unsure what I would find,
Deep within my soul,

Would all I find was anger!
Would all I find was loneliness!
Would all I find was a corrupt mind!

Phase two, half way through, a second change upon me,
As I learn to sketch my life, the thin shaking lines, of insecurities,
Still unsure, what was happening to me,
As I see the outline grow darker and I can see my life more in detailed,

Why do I feel so much free!
Why do I feel as if I am reborn!
Why do I feel as if I have won the war!

Phase three, almost completed, the canvas of my heart,
Not scare, just content, no longer unsure, just happy
I am painting my life upon my canvased heart,
The one that was broken, battered and bruised,

I feel so alive!
I feel so loved!
I feel so new!

For I have surrendered to the light,
Of Emotional Freedom! 

The Dance

As I Sit, In Silence

As I sit, in silence,
With just my soul,
I can see the present,
More so, then ever before
I feel as if I was just born,
Unto the mother’s breast
All fresh and new,
Wrapped in pink,

The unconscious mind,
Like a canvas, I paint my life,
Wiping away the pain,
The tears that have fallen in the past,
Is no more less, then my healing heart?
As if to say with each tear shed,
That my destiny has land in my hands,
A whole universe that accepts me
For who I am! 

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A Very Majestic Mountain

As I draw a mountain, a very majestic mountain
I stand on top, and seek the world high,
To chase this crazy dream of mine,
To be happy, content, and still in the silence,
For that’s is when I find my divine light,
My divine diamond, to shield me from hurt,
So as if he who throws stones, cannot break me
For I am protected from my spirit mother.

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Monday, March 20, 2017

We Are One



We are one, among all things
We are the sun that gives us warmth.

We are the moon that lights the path,
To the stars we wish upon,

We are the flowers that bloom,
In the bright sunlight of June,

We are the trees as we sway,
In the mighty force of wind,

We are the butterflies,
Free and soaring,

We are the dreams, we share just one,
In hope, love and peace,

We are one, among all things.