The PhotographI went back to our sanctuary
Amongst the greenery
Where our initials on the tree
Marked this our private property
Our white wooden bench, empty
Calling out for long-lost company
Forever waiting patiently
For us who loved so faithfully
Now here I stand aged and weary
My shaky spotted hand holding up my memory
Attempting to align it with the bench, carefully
I can almost hear you laugh, loud and merrily
The warmth of our hands wrapped tenderly
You whisper softer than the buzzing bee
The blue-bird's song interrupts my dream
Returned me to my true reality
I went back to our sanctuary
Amongst the greenery
A feeling known only by the lonely
Through blurried eyes, I still kept smiling
Thank you for everything.
The Lover Lost at SeaThe woman took a step forward and held out her hand. "Come darling." He takes her hand and she leads him out the front door towards the porch chairs. She opens a bottle of Jack and they drink underneath the burning sky. From where she is standing she can see the lighthouse in the distance, the light grows brighter as the sky darkens. Her eyes follow its light across the sea. White sails head toward the shore. "Come back to me," she calls out in a whisper to the ocean, and the keeper of her heart. The man standing in his place kisses her neck, but it's not the same. She runs her fingers through the man's rust colored hair. She turns to him and stares into his dark cold eyes. They do not contain the ocean. She turns back to the open sea, "I'd like to be out there," she says. The man chuckles, "There is nothing out there for you. Everything you need is here with me and your mother agrees." He finishes his drink, takes a deep breath, shakes his head and walks inside the darkened home. She
My RockIn my world of chaos, nothing makes sense
My mind grows tired, and it's hard to ignore
The pain echoes through the empty house
The cries slide under wooden doors
The destruction becomes obvious
The walls crack and my defenses break
No comfort found in loneliness
No distraction from this ache
Walk through the world feeling invisible
Carrying my fear and uncertainty on my chest
But with you by my side I feel invincible
You give me strength to put the demons to rest
When I start to drown in a pool of doubt
My cries for help go unheard, ignored
Then I feel your hand that pulls me out
With you near, my sanity is restored
Although, I'm unable to remain stable
You say you're not going anywhere
(This still doesn't seem real and is unbelievable)
But each day that passes, I see you're still here
Each day stirs a new battle with my thoughts
Each day a new issue to push you away
But you don't run and remind me, in case I forgot
That no matter what, you're here to stay...
Soul MatesI'd like to think that God creates us in pairs
Just as he created Eve from Adam
He creates us from each other
He creates us FOR one another
He creates us from one soul
Divided, as key to lock
After creating and delicately, splitting,
He sends us down to earth,
Our souls safely kept sealed within our bodies
Eager to escape and join its' other
But God does not like to make things simple
Oh no, He is a trickster, the One who gets a heaven's view
Of this cruel labyrinth, the One who know its' twists,
Its' turns, its' only way out, and its' ONLY right path
But being He who is, He allows us to decide on our own
Those who truly believe in Him and ask constantly
Receive a sort of guidance as reward of faith
And what, you may ask, are we searching for?
You know that feeling of emptiness,
Feeling incomplete, lonely,
Cold nights searching for warmth
Those are the sensations of a partial soul
Our soul stirs to find its' other half
God creates us, scatters us
We find each other, our souls driving u
Two-way MirrorStaring at you I see what others fail to see.
Brown eyes with a glimpse of pain and misery.
I know behind those eyes lurk the tears.
Tears that you have stored, so well, throughout the years.
Underneath your skin is a wounded spirit,
a broken heart, but you conceal it,
a dismantled mind from time's aggression,
a yearn for affection, and a longing of comprehension.
A small spat brings sharp memories.
Your anger diminishes their surrounding boundaries.
In those moments, your suffering's revealed.
Leaving your wooden door your only shield.
Four walls surround you, eager to witness
how your defenses fall, how slowly you become a mess.
Anxiously searching for escape alone,
but always trapped inside a broken home
Just remember to look at me, I am your mirror.
I am your reflection and will always feel what you feel.
The pain you hold, I make my own.
Look into this mirror, you are never alone.
My FatherAs I look at you, I see those drooping eyes,
That full head of hair, is no more,
That mouth of lies, now thin and dry,
Your two-toned skin, now blotched in age,
That heroic glow, much dimmer than before,
What happened to this man I so adore?
Time has done its' toll,
And with your double life, has hit you twice.
If only you, alone, could pay the price,
But it is not so, that wouldn't suffice.
For in this game of Hearts, all have lost;
Chose to gamble, no matter the cost.
The one I saw a king, now turned a beast.
--But yet, as I look into those dark puddles of eyes,
I see him there, and my anger is demised.
His brown strong hand now holding mine,
The sandy-warmth, transcends through time.
Green grass, soft wind, blue skies, a child's fading laugh,
All precious memories of our past.
Oh! How I long to return to those times,
To fall once more, for your console.
What I would give for a careless child's scar,
With little tears, easily healed by a gentle kiss.
But now all grown, scars of the h
I.Why dost thou enjoy so to play with me?
Forced to live, made to Love, only to wait in fear of thee.
Death, why dost thou desire what I so rightly possess?
'Tis my Loves breathe thou longst to tast.
In thy jealousy, thou seeke to take the treasure in my breast;
Which I most dreadfully can't defend from its most wicked thiefe.
What is Thy reason for me to live and Love,
When my Love and life so easily thou takest?
And Fate, a role amidst this union played,
Is but a traitor with thy servant death, swayed
By envie of that which givest mine soul fuel of life.
And in thy conquest, many Loves hast thou stolne with a kiss,
But, though body thou dost take, my Love thou shall never have;
For after long sleep, my Love and I together wake eternally.
My Sculpted LoverMany travel the world to see its wonders.
Yet its greatest lies before me;
Which happens to be,
The greatest masterpiece
Nature has created.
My sculpted lover,
Whose clay is that of Adam's,
Emanating radiant warmth.
Whose heart sings for me,
Whose aroma lingers in my hair
Long after our farewell.
Whose eyes reflect not just a soul,
But hold my future, my key to all.
Each door that we may open,
A new chapter it will hold.
And through unlocking Time,
Our story will unfold.
Time will pass us by,
Yet, we will remain young.
For our love will never grow old.
This undying love,
Will never know the cold.
Beauty in GoldI drove home one day taking the usual route and came across a STOP sign on a hill in
Front of the Church and I stayed to look straight ahead at the ships on the base
Between the Coronado bridge and downtown and reflect.
I sat in my car with the radio off, alone, I
Thought those thoughts that stir the mind, confusion and doubt and awe,
Surrounded by a dead intersection of empty streets
The dirty windshield on my car hid the clearness of the changing sky, sun hid
Beyond the ocean, no cars driving by, no people crossing, only
Myself sleepy-eyed and overwhelmed, like anyone after a day's
Work, dazed and weary.
Looking at the scene around me, colors blending and illuminating the burning
Sky, clouds on fire, moving towards the bridge and buildings
I sat up astonishedit was my first sunset, visions of Beauty
My thoughts awakened
And the Church bells rung, a parade of lights moved across the bridge,
Bushes of roses, St. Jude's eyes watchful but unmoving,
The cracks & ho