Happygolucky4u Poetry (159)

Who would have known that a simple drive could start such a chain of events.
A country road leading no where....time well spent.
Watching as the miles go by. Like years in a life.
I can honestly say its been a good ride.
Low on gas not sure if stopping is what I want to do.
I think I might be able to make it another mile or two.
Use to think I had a destination but now it hides.
To be honest I think I have always been here just for the ride.
Sometimes I might go a little bit to fast.
But then I see something and roll to a stop.
But it just doesn't seem to last.
Wheels will start to roll and sing with the highway.
Like a childhood melody I love to hear play.

Flowing with smooth own rhythm.
Twisting turning reaching for me.
Cool invigorating alive wearing stone.
So powerful is the sea.

I helped.
She thanked.
I felt.
Thank you.

I looked across the empty barren field
Where the land seemed to lay silent and still
Remembering a time when it once yield
Now everything seems destined to be killed

I knocked on your door then let myself in
Emptiness was found took my breath away
My heart cried "Where oh where are you my friend"
Did you leave before I could come today

Closing the door wasn't easy on me
Had to let the land lay fallow awhile
Sometimes you must just let the world be
You don't just give up and throw in the towel

Returned to the field to plant some more seeds
The harvest is growing don't see a weed




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I don't like being here.
But this foolish pride...
Is stronger than this door between us.
The message is clear.
You want let me inside.
You don't trust.
You want things your way.
So this closed door will stay.
It is easier than looking at me.
For the pain you caused you will see.
I've been waiting like a fool.
For this door to open.
Let me in. Where the healing can begin.
But its cold out here.
I have dealt with pain many times before.
It will hurt but it will go in the memory box.
With many many more.
I will try to leave the box closed.
And not look inside.
Because all those memories turned to foolish pride.

I always felt the lust flowing thru my veins

Talking in my head sometimes driving me insane

It's the power of the road that seems to take hold

It's the wandering bug flowing out of control

I've tried to settle down but found it so hard

Never worrying about what laid ahead for me

Older now with open vision the past is all I see

I've been called a woman of class every entrance a debutante

Been called a hell raiser the devil would fight not to set free

I've long since stopped caring what people had to say

Found it better to live life my own way

My life has been just one big oxymoron stroll

But thru it all I have managed to keep my heart out of the cold

Broken tattered barely beating still....fighting to continue its will.....

Never been my intent to cast harm upon life

But sadly sometimes I was a double edged knife

Never been one to lay with many men

Kept them at a distance made them my friend

So don't mistake my wildness to mean that I am loose

For if you do life will give you a swift kick in your caboose

If I could feel your body close to mine.
I think it would take my breath away.
To feel your lips upon mine.
Is a dream where I wish to stay.
We are locked together in the dance of life.
No wish to be free. Just you and me.
Looking like cut out pieces of a puzzle that fit just right.
My hand in your hand gives me strength to go on.
Knowing that my love is not alone.
You told me to take your hand.
You would show me the way.
If I would come out and play.
So I took the first step not knowing.
Of a love so consumed by the fire and it seemed to be forever growing.
The trust the faith the courage that you spoke of.
Was like gas on the embers of the fire of love.

Off into the horizon there is a glow.
Gently rising from the place where sky and land meet.
As time twist and turns the glow rises to its full potential.
Warming mother earth.
It has won the right to shine today.
Leaving the clouds and the rain in the dew.
Today it will shine bright.
It has fought the morning fog for the right.

Truth was just a hidden moment, so fleeting passing by

It laid somewhere in between the valleys,of the mass of lies

To be pulled out like a weapon, to use along with tears you cried

Tears no longer have a meaning, with my hope they lay side by side

I will now pick up the pieces,of my tattered wounded pride

I will not even bother mourning, for the love that did die


I've wasted enough time, so I will just let it go

You have said enough, I no longer need to know

Truth was like a turtle, it seemed to arrive so slow

So keep your stories of sadness, your made up woe

I have learned from this, and you I did out grow

Don't be sad, cause your halo lost its glow



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Winds howling whipping tearing their way thru

Currents strengthening swelling with their pride

You yes you begging from release from lies

Damn them they will not have a place to hide




Moonlight shining on darkened battlefield

Yellow glow caressing imperfect man

Looking up appearing at the angel

Justice had been served not as he had planned



Looking in the mirror what does one see

Is it true you or has it been revised

To see ones self with blemishes and all

Is freedom from having to fight the lies



To ones self it is so easy to lie

In the end truth is with us when we die




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There she sat the strong one.
The mere presence of her seemed to fill the whole area.
Soon the others would awaken but for now she had it all.
Time to ponder with no arguing,
Debating or other ideas being inflicted upon her.
But soon they would awake.
No matter how much time that she acquired here.
It was not just hers but theirs to make.
Long ago they had learned to get along.
No matter whom thought who was right or wrong.
All living in this small space.
A miracle a murder had never taken place.
So different, so demanding, with one task in mind.
To see another day come and go.
And hopefully to somehow grow.

Closing my eyes tightly yet still seeing
Time and time again I closed them tightly
Some things just never change always the same
The gift of seeing beyond ones eye sight

Usually unable to change the vision
Humans have a way of fighting the truth
Not wanting to believe what they can't see
Their always wanting the tangible proof

The pain is so great I can barely look
My heart already grieving for the loss
If I say would you believe me and change
If not would you turn and love be the cost

Wishing to tell you yet turning away
Hoping this time I will be wrong I pray