these are little minis as i like to call them that i write late at night waiting for the vicodin to put me out:
broken heart
tears fall
heart weeps
time passes
love keeps
...
rainbow
storms came
clouds wept
sun shines
promise kept
...
Western Civ.
world shatteres
fire defeates
people forget
history repeats
...
tulip
flowers bloom
flowers fade
seeds planted
flowers made
...
the wood
trees grow
forrests thrive
poeple make
forrests die
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
i will love you in this winter
lost in the feelings of love and summer a cold breeze blew,
i went to bed thinking nothing of it – if only i really knew.
when i awoke there was snow on the ground,
my blooming flowers were no where to be found.
winter had come early for i no recollection of fall,
my heart was sad and fearful with absence of the blue birds call.
winter had come early for your kiss felt so real,
i was not ready for this change with the way you made my heart feel.
you are my flowers covered in snow,
i am fighting to uncover them so you won’t turn cold and go.
yet my hands are numb and I cannot work as fast,
and the fears of tomorrow join with my past.
will this sudden winter not be followed by spring,
will you not stay to hear the returned blue bird sing?
my heart is catching the bitter frost bite,
my tears are frozen and falling out of sight.
all I can do now is sit and wait,
praying to the Father and giving up our fate.
yet i still long to keep you warm,
i wan to protect your heart from being torn.
see i love you now and will forever,
and my love for you in all seasons changes never.
but you need to be free and i must let go,
even though deep within my soul is screaming no.
yet because i love you more than me,
i will let you fly like the blue bird: free.
i will wait this winter out, facing the cold for you my love,
in hopes your flight brings you closer to the Father’s wants above.
i pray you will find another forest in the mist of spring,
where you can forget the pain feeling warm with the sun it will bring.
and I pray this new love will flow with joy and learning,
that your heart will know love is not a mere yearning.
love is facing all types of storms and seasons,
or it would mean little and exist for no reason.
just remember on your travels that i will always be here,
i will listen and hold you in your joy and your fear.
i pray that only my heart would splinter,
for i will love you in this winter.
i went to bed thinking nothing of it – if only i really knew.
when i awoke there was snow on the ground,
my blooming flowers were no where to be found.
winter had come early for i no recollection of fall,
my heart was sad and fearful with absence of the blue birds call.
winter had come early for your kiss felt so real,
i was not ready for this change with the way you made my heart feel.
you are my flowers covered in snow,
i am fighting to uncover them so you won’t turn cold and go.
yet my hands are numb and I cannot work as fast,
and the fears of tomorrow join with my past.
will this sudden winter not be followed by spring,
will you not stay to hear the returned blue bird sing?
my heart is catching the bitter frost bite,
my tears are frozen and falling out of sight.
all I can do now is sit and wait,
praying to the Father and giving up our fate.
yet i still long to keep you warm,
i wan to protect your heart from being torn.
see i love you now and will forever,
and my love for you in all seasons changes never.
but you need to be free and i must let go,
even though deep within my soul is screaming no.
yet because i love you more than me,
i will let you fly like the blue bird: free.
i will wait this winter out, facing the cold for you my love,
in hopes your flight brings you closer to the Father’s wants above.
i pray you will find another forest in the mist of spring,
where you can forget the pain feeling warm with the sun it will bring.
and I pray this new love will flow with joy and learning,
that your heart will know love is not a mere yearning.
love is facing all types of storms and seasons,
or it would mean little and exist for no reason.
just remember on your travels that i will always be here,
i will listen and hold you in your joy and your fear.
i pray that only my heart would splinter,
for i will love you in this winter.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
The Power in Silence
LIFE is a conflict. It creates controversy. For every person takes life in differently, creates their own opinion, and will encore to that or be swayed by the tides. However, people have to care about it in order to stand up and face the battle. Yes, life happens: but it is out reaction to life that makes controversy happen. The way people deal with having different ideas, beliefs, morals, etcetera varies between two types of people:
non-confrontational and I-am-going-to-tell-you-what-I-think-and-I-don’t-care-if-I-have-to-tie-you-in-a-chair-to-do-so, aka confrontational people. Of coarse there are degrees to the two, yet I am the tie-you-in-a-chair one. I have always been. However, I do not seek out those who will just listen to me and keep their opinion to themselves. I want to find another with the equal amount of passion towards a hot topic. I used to view non-confrontational people as weak; and the weak created war in my world. But I have learned after losing many battles to listen and understand, instead of merely opening my mouth. And I have found there is a mighty power in silence. Otherwise war would not just lie in a foreign soil but in every heart, home, community, and country. The wars of unspoken words hold this world together.
non-confrontational and I-am-going-to-tell-you-what-I-think-and-I-don’t-care-if-I-have-to-tie-you-in-a-chair-to-do-so, aka confrontational people. Of coarse there are degrees to the two, yet I am the tie-you-in-a-chair one. I have always been. However, I do not seek out those who will just listen to me and keep their opinion to themselves. I want to find another with the equal amount of passion towards a hot topic. I used to view non-confrontational people as weak; and the weak created war in my world. But I have learned after losing many battles to listen and understand, instead of merely opening my mouth. And I have found there is a mighty power in silence. Otherwise war would not just lie in a foreign soil but in every heart, home, community, and country. The wars of unspoken words hold this world together.
A Happy Thought
I believe in Peter Pan.
On my 13th birthday I decided that if he did not come that night,
He would never come.
My window was unlocked and open.
My warm pjs were on just in case.
My dreams were of flying through the stars to that place I longed to go
Neverland.
Neverland.
What a pecular name.
And He never came.
I awoke to realize my dreams of pirates, mermaids, Indians, and Fairies was
Only in my head.
I lay in my bed warm in my covers.
Cold in my heart.
He did not come.
Neverland.
Now I am an adult.
No longer can I venture to that never dying land.
Neverland.
But I still believe in Peter Pan.
For Neverland lives in my heart.
To fly there one must not look around.
But within.
Happy thoughts make you fly.
Happy thoughts are what allow the fairie dust their magic.
And the fairie dust is smipily:
Believing.
Neverland.
Neverland.
Tinkerbell.
And Peter Pan.
On my 13th birthday I decided that if he did not come that night,
He would never come.
My window was unlocked and open.
My warm pjs were on just in case.
My dreams were of flying through the stars to that place I longed to go
Neverland.
Neverland.
What a pecular name.
And He never came.
I awoke to realize my dreams of pirates, mermaids, Indians, and Fairies was
Only in my head.
I lay in my bed warm in my covers.
Cold in my heart.
He did not come.
Neverland.
Now I am an adult.
No longer can I venture to that never dying land.
Neverland.
But I still believe in Peter Pan.
For Neverland lives in my heart.
To fly there one must not look around.
But within.
Happy thoughts make you fly.
Happy thoughts are what allow the fairie dust their magic.
And the fairie dust is smipily:
Believing.
Neverland.
Neverland.
Tinkerbell.
And Peter Pan.
To My Love
I live for those moments when I got lost in the blue of your eye,
And there are no words that can describe the feelings that stirred inside.
Yet I did not understand nor comprehend true everlasting love,
For I looked to my emotions and feelings for guidance not my Father above.
I loved you with strict conditions that I thought were just and right,
But before I could stop and think you were gone from my dear sight.
I could barely breathe without your joyous presence,
Thus I finally realized upon whom I was dependant.
You, my love, where what my world revolved around,
For I was addicted to what in you I had found.
Yet through your absence I learned what my selfishness had costed,
And I began to live through the delicate healing process.
Finally my eyes were opened and my heart unveiled to the message I needed to be taught,
The same one I before had so viscously fought:
Love is choosing self sacrifice,
It something that stands before all others untouched and unpriced.
For love is not taking and holding on tight,
It is letting go and giving it flight,
And if it is true, it will come back when the time is just right.
And there are no words that can describe the feelings that stirred inside.
Yet I did not understand nor comprehend true everlasting love,
For I looked to my emotions and feelings for guidance not my Father above.
I loved you with strict conditions that I thought were just and right,
But before I could stop and think you were gone from my dear sight.
I could barely breathe without your joyous presence,
Thus I finally realized upon whom I was dependant.
You, my love, where what my world revolved around,
For I was addicted to what in you I had found.
Yet through your absence I learned what my selfishness had costed,
And I began to live through the delicate healing process.
Finally my eyes were opened and my heart unveiled to the message I needed to be taught,
The same one I before had so viscously fought:
Love is choosing self sacrifice,
It something that stands before all others untouched and unpriced.
For love is not taking and holding on tight,
It is letting go and giving it flight,
And if it is true, it will come back when the time is just right.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Love is...
Love is not a mere feeling but a choice
Love is sharing and singing of ones voice
Love is growing in the storms and the rain
Love is tears of: sorrow, smiles, joy, and pain
Love is always patient, kind, and true
Love is who you are, not what you do
Love is something I am still learning
Loves now not just a yearning
God has sent me people like you
To show me the meaning behind:
I LOVE YOU!
Love is sharing and singing of ones voice
Love is growing in the storms and the rain
Love is tears of: sorrow, smiles, joy, and pain
Love is always patient, kind, and true
Love is who you are, not what you do
Love is something I am still learning
Loves now not just a yearning
God has sent me people like you
To show me the meaning behind:
I LOVE YOU!
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