Elemental
Water, Earth, and Spirit I am!
Earth is my Body,
Water is my Blood,
Air is my Breath,
And Fire my Spirit!
Love
Steady and Solid
You build your castle
Stone by precious stone
a labor of love
a labor of faith
Blue printed only by the stars
twinkling in the Samhain sky
An estate
Built in a long ago dream
But I wonder
a place for you to settle
This home of old
Old as the stone that forms it
as old as the sands of time
Used in its foundation
Sturdy and solid
First rain
Will surely wash
the steps from beneath the structure
leaving a chaotic pattern of cards
Strewn about
in a soggy fortune
Love;
Let us build on the rocks
of who we truly are
for they are rough, wild
and uneven
Sturdy and solid
To be washed not away.
Tears
Two tears fell down this cheek
Tired and weak they fell on the glass
she waited today, she waited last night
No one came, losing belief in any one to come
The glass dissolved, weary and poignant
with two tear drops claiming desire
If you should return
Here I will be waiting
A place where dreams intersect
A place where love never dies,
Sadness is fought
begging for hope.
I pray for sanity
Where I can close my eyes
Dreams of you here with me
Dreams that we aren't alone
That we aren’t left mute
You didn’t for me wait
And I don’t wait for you.
Did you for me cry?
Did you for me morn?Don’t you cry my dear
know I was washed away
to another world
but wait for me wherever you are
I will become the breeze
and you will never alone be,
never again alone.
turn the page again
don't hesitate
For this story will end
Now I take chances
and you have your romances
we are nothing
in this scheme
background activity
fade into the darkness
unnoticed - untaken
by the eye
no one saw us come here
no one saw us fly
separated amongst the clouds
never to be found
what was it I was looking for
maybe I was never sure
just what it was
after all
somebody had to take the fall
The final call is defeat
was my heart was the last to beat
we fall in perfect symmetry
against the wind
I fall with thee
They shoot
we fall
we die
we once had it all
I don't cry
January 17, 2006
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you
These words have carried me over many years. I've thought about that time and those around me then many times over the years. So many things I have said to you even in your absences and now out of the blue here you are. . How do I feel about this? there are a meriad of emotions. Happiness and joy to begin with, Like a window long closed now open and breezes blowing through them once again, sorrow because it has been so long in between what once was and what is now. Elation at renewal of a friendship that had began to feel more like a dream that was imagined by a young girl in loves first blush. As many life lessons have come and gone in the years in between. Mayhaps that was what the universe intended a brief brush in time.
Now the chance to heal old wounds.. Air out fears and move on, f.e.a.r. what did you call it..fear everthing and run. I wish I had paid more attention to the positive side of the acronym. Funny thing here is you seem to read me well for a person I haven't seen in nearly forever. You must be a very good councelor. There are many things that have come full circle in the last year, But you are a welcome surprise. Here I am at yet another cross road knowing what could lay ahead and I feel such sorrow at its prospect, such lonesome emptiness, like a broken animal lost in the cold months of winter. Please know this has nothing to do with your arrival its just where I am in life.. I have been running for one thing or another my whole life and the time is nearing where I have to learn to let go an just be me.. I don't know who that is. I've seen her once or twice in the mirror or in an old photo, its like an old friend I want to reach out and hug tightly .. but I don't know her. HHmm.. emptiness thats it in a nutshell. Broken, Lost and Empty.. And more perfect words were never writing then this song. Are you real or just a well preserved memory? Are you really there?
A set of screwdrivers,
a cordless drill, and
a black lace bra..
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
One friend who
Always makes her Laugh...
And one
Who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A good piece of furniture
not previously owned by
Anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
Eight matching plates,
Wine glasses with stems,
And a recipe for a meal that will
Make her guests feel honored.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A feeling of control over
Her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to fall in love
Without losing herself...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to quit a Job
Break up with a lover
and confront a friend without ruining the friendship
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
When to try harder... and
WHEN TO WALK AWAY.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That she can't change
The length of her calves,
The width of her hips, or
The nature of her parents...EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That her childhood
May not have been
Perfect..but;
Its over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she would and
Wouldn't
Do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to live alone...
even if
She doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
Whom she can trust,
Whom she can't,
And why she shouldn't
Take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
Where to go...
Be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
Or a charming inn in the woods...
When her soul needs soothing... !
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she can and can't accomplish
In a day...
A month..
And a year...
The Journey
My childhood,
the journey was a joyous one:
full of wonder,
My Teenage years,
the journey was a painful one:
but full of disillusionment and hardship.
Once I became an adult,
the journey was divided:
full of smiles, wonders and pains and hardships.
But in me, throughout the years...
there was a divine passion waiting to happen
Released only from the beauty of my daughters, seeing everything anew through their eyes.
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love
by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold:
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.