Merry Christmas

I have been absent recently but I want everyone to know that all is great and I am working on a new project that may be unusaul for me.. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and see you after the new year comes in....

Perfect Reality

I'm to old to play games
I am in it for the long haul
I found what satisfies my heart
even if it isn't felt within the soul.

I am leveled
even if not to the ground.
I am stronger
even if weak at any given moment.

I have struggled
I have been found
atop a hilltop
where nothing is as it seems.

Nothing is perfect
within the hell we reek upon ourselves.
The man in the sky can only try so much,
giving hints that all is not everything.

A pearl in my hand
a token of love in my ear
a heart that asks for more
that can never be

Taking timeout to imagine
to risk what is not so easily gained.
Fretting about what is,
and can never be!

The reality of where we stand,
is just a fraction of where we belong!
The man upstairs tell all truths,
the soul though he cannot control!

A step away from perfect

I remember the first time that I rode across that bridge
the whole world became so secluded,
it was just me and him.
The trees were ready to turn
into a colorful rainbow of beauty.
The excitement in his eyes
with that glitter of gold
was the first moment
that I felt a crack in my mold.

My insides were in knots
the touch of his hand sent chills
straight through to my heart.
I was not ready
to let myself go again.
To many bad memories of the way
that it felt to give my heart away.
But it was a lost cause
and after the first night in his arms so was I.

There was nothing like the beginning
sneaking off into the silence
where no one else could reach us.
A kiss to the ear lobe
with a whisper of endearment.
I almost thought it was a game
to feel so much for someone
who acted like they felt the same.

The pictures speak volumes
into two hearts who found peace
nothing left unsaid and
nothing left un-felt.
A pat to the cheek with a kiss to the lips
a gentle spank in a teasing manner
that would lead a school girl to blush.

A deal that was among two
that the world could only guess upon.
It was the little things that meant the most
for things you can never take away.
A cuddle in arms that was the strongest ever felt,
a hand out of nowhere that proved
emotionally he was still there.

The little things were forgotten over time,
the world became to busy to remember
a love that is to be left in time.
Leaving nothing in its wake but a memory.

The memories keep her awake
she watches him sleep
wishing she didn't miss him so.
She beckons her heart to stop the beat
that he so easy accomplished
while she laid unaware.

The bridge that at one time gave her such excitement
was just another day that she knew
she would be forgotten.

Promised Land

She stands tall for all to see
she shines in the night
with a torch stretched high

She gives people hope
with words that use to ring true
now she falters in a fog of lies
none of which she bestows on her own

If she were human she would silently walk away
If she were human you would find a tear gone stray

If she had a voice she would reprehend those at fault
If she had a voice she would remind us of how far we had come

She use to be more than concrete and steel
She use to be more than the copper and granite she is made from

She was once a beacon that all flocked to adore
now she has become a broken promise that so many mourn

A gateway from hell she no longer stands
nothing but a memory now in what was once
the promised land!

Weeping Willow Wisdom Rebuttal

Weeping willow tree
I know what you told me!
I cannot help but to reflect
on the story you had given so freely.

As it may be you are stronger than me!
You may have weathered many storms
and broken many limbs
however after your trials
you still have something to hold on to.

You have marked your territory
in which you stand,
that is something that can never change.
A humans life is ever changing
we move on when we have figured the pain is to much to bear.

You have a root that cannot feel,
I have a heart that feels every pang.
You can tell your story as it may be,
but you have never had to shuffle your feet.

How I wish that I could be you,
never have to worry about being in an others shoe.
I would never have to worry about tomorrow,
I would be steadfast day after day in the same place.

Now do not take for granted what you have,
as you watch the sun come up
and the moon to take its place.
I may be a human who will leave this place
as you still stand proud.
Giving me more reason to want more than I have!

I will come back and visit you again,
maybe then you will see that your presence
is all that I was in search of from the beginning. 

Full Circle

I sit here riddled with guilt,
not for anything that I have done wrong
but for wandering into a room
that I all to well know
every nook and cranny of.

I know every line of uncaught paint,
every beam that holds it together.
I know every hole in which a picture has graced,
every outline that was left when taken down.

Steps taken forward
falters backwards
steps taken away
always finds themselves in full circle.

An empty room full of old memories
come back to life with the reminder
of something long ago passed.
Something that had never really gone away,
stuck in a crevice at best.

The center of my mind has gone astray
there are memories that never really go away.

Never expect a positive reaction 

 from a negative action!