finding my voice
In my mind He is a shadow In my mind He holds my heart Each time I hear Him whisper I'm thrown deeper In the dark His voice can give Me freedom Though its trapped Inside of me His voice can Give me more Then I've ever hoped to dream
no title
water on this soul for sleep what been held and held so deep that there in dream to keep a few memories of here face with the tears I did not weep spread across the pigments in the wash
Your own True Colours
When that missing something in your life suddenly captures you and the feelings of ones heart betrays you.
A Tear For A Tulip
A thousand tears I shed To water the seeds I've planted Pulling out weeds With broken fingers The pain inside still lingers At last Spring is here Much time has passed Since I last shed a tear It's amazing how much power You get from fin
Immortal Love
All the time in the world is Slipping through the hourglass This moment Could be the last We have together Nothing lasts forever Except love It goes above And beyond the span Of the lives of a woman and man Their love carries on Even when
All or Nothing
Would the wind still whistle away If never there were trees? Would the trees know when to sway If never there was a breeze? Would the birds still sing a tune If never there was a morn? Would the sun still chase the moon If never birds were bor
Extacy
Her hair cascading Down her face, I look into her eyes: An ocean glimmering In the sun's rays Beneath clear blue skies. Our hands intertwined. On the grass we lay, Not a word to say-- We were but one mind.
Caged
I've locked myself away where no one else can see the hell I go through everyday that's slowly killing me. It's been so long since I have seen the light of day, that I don't know if I will die or keep wasting away. Since I've had many nig
untitled (hoplessness holds me closely)
. Hopelessness holds me closely Trapped forever in its grasp Loneliness flows steadily through me I've lost all faith and trust in love Treading slowly through the days Stress and heartache weigh me down My bones are sticking
untitled (in this moment)
in this moment, my salty tears are warm, clinging from my lashes, only to fall upon blue ink, the words become blurry, did this once say how much you loved me. where are you now, and where was i i feel so sorry that i want to die i wish i c
Three Little Words
I would walk until the end of time, looking for some sort of sign of the desire to be the part valued most by my beating heart Everyday I try to unwind, yet I can't forget what is on my mind One more day I'll persevere, unless I somehow fi
The Island
Everyday I search this deserted island in hopes that I find another person to share this lonely existence with, but all I end up with is the same endless solitude. Sometimes I have visions in my sleep of the one who will find me and free me f
Hopes and Dreams
He sees a smiling face in his dreams at night. He wakes and wonders, "Why can't that be my life?" He wants to show someone an accomplishment to justify life, but can't find an instance. He thought he had a dream, but now he's not sure.
Stood Up
Lonely heart. Passing glance. Sudden spark. Nervous smile. Stuttered speech. First attempt. Lucky break. Later date. Pouring rain. Waited hours. Still alone. Giving up. Walking home. Broken heart.
Waiting At The Door
Yesterday is a lifetime Today was my friend for an hour Tomorrow's always waiting at the door I've been wading through the water And the tide keeps bringing me back to yesterday I've forgotten what I was looking for And tomorrow's always wai
Stolen Innocence
This poem is about things that happened to me as a child and the pain and discomfort and how I dealt with it
Autumn Fires
I wrote this poem in response to a friend calling me a "dreamer". It's still one of my favorite poems I've written. The idea that dreams and dreamers are necessary to waking inspiration is a beautiful thought. Where would we be today without the dreamers of the past?
Fear the Night!
Fear the Night! In The darkness of the night The howling wolves did roar A witch was seen in Moon lit beams On a broomstick she did soar From mother earth to way up high It was the night of nights of Gremlins Filled with all sort
A Sonnet from Love lost days
written on reflection of some one who had been in love's wilderness for many years and now emerging into love's light yet once again
The Search
Feeling very empty because I'm lonely
to my guy...
one day we will have a meeting ive been waiting for this I receive an online greeting and feel emotional bliss You came sudden in my life I will not forget that day I hope you want a wife With you I want to stay This short time has been w
THANK YOU MR. DIAMOND!
THIS MAN CAN DO NO WRONG! AS A FELLOW SINGER SONGWRITER AND NEW YORKER; I CAN TRUELY RELATE TO HIM!
Thinking of You...
I've been thinking about you.And I know I don't say it often enough, but I appreciate all you do.I've never known anyone as giving as you. You always go that extra mile to inspire and encourage me.You make me want to try harder;you make me want to
Pulsing Highest Note Distant Love Sings
The highest wave hence seven syllables beginning soaring into cloud nine syllables creating waves warmly peak couplets join as two in one dream sailing into paradise i call it sweet sixteen lines
Drink it all away
Lil song I wrote...
Turkey
I am getting a turkey next week at work. I used to get one at my old job till they got rid of the benefit. I wonder if the new employees that work there get a turkey. I still think it really messed up that there will be people working and shopping on Thanksgiving. Really messed up!
MY SOUL'S SORROW
A friend and church member passed away this week at the age of 48 - an unexpected death. Very sad week. He leaves behind a wife, daughter and his mother and father.
The Revival (Part 6)
I have never forgotten my reason I have grown strong with each breath I've taken Waiting anticipating my season Victory is mine no matter what's to be The children are gathering together My heart pounds waiting release from the cage Soon it wi
My Dear Angel
When I was young, I met this lovely girl I knew right then that I wanted to give her the world We looked into each others eyes And our worlds came together like it was written in the sky The reason I can say I love you more each day And I will d
Heart on the wind
A stiff breeze blue buy me today in my ear I herd it say Be still and listen to the heart on the wind feel it on your face let it cool your skin. I turned to look for the voice as it passed my way,to understand what it had to say. Your name was on
I wish that you knew
I wish that when i walk away You would follow me and make me be glad I wish that when i stare at your lips You would kiss me with your hands on my hips I wish that when i push or hit you You would grab me and not let me go through I wish
Happy Birthday to our friend Phil
this is a beautiful poem written by my best friend of 35 years to our new friend here, Reguiny... Happy birthday my dearest Phil
a great man, my dear Phil
I have met so many people in my life but no one I can give my great respect and honor than to a most wonderful man named Phil. I am so lucky to have known you my friend.
Eyes that cry
When I was young and I heart to my mother I would go to,to wipe my eyes that cry. As I moved forward with my life I found that things didn't make me so sad when things went bad,only to steel my resolve to be stronger or mad. Then one day I discover
Johnny Kind
Tell me what's on your mind You know you are talking to Johnny Kind You can tell me anything anytime Cause I'm always your Johnny Kind Any heartache will never last too long I'll be there to dry each tear that falls from your eyes You will al
The Court of Hades pt1
Many I subscribe will shy away from this subject, a long poem about s*xual abuse of young children, the opening lines the innocence before abuse and the introductory phase of abuse, to be carried forward in part 2. I make no apology for writing on this subject.
The court of Hades, Pt 2
the continuation from Part 1
Court of Hades, finale
I know that this completed poem is longer than usual, I hpe you will read and better understand the trauma of child abuse
Thankful
I do all my computer work at the library. Saves me a lot of cash. I'm thankful as I like to eat!
Tribute To A Vulture
(iambic pentameter) The vulture indigenous to my native Trinidad is the Black Vulture which is called "The Corbeau". As the poem says, they are very unsightly looking but once airborne, they become marvellous flying and gliding machines, and are delightful to view as they ride the air currents so effortlessly way up in the sky.
The honor is mine
The thought of meeting you Keeps me up at night All those poems you wrote Sunk deep in my soul I've stirred a course through Loves sea And you've been the wind in My sails So sad that my hands cannot Cup your cheek I send you my t
The Facts of Life
Our days quickly passing by To slow the aging process, we usually try Regardless, they go so fast Our final destination, they cast Reminding us of the memories of our past Telling us that all we have is today We must exert every possible effort