sliding moments
one of those moments
Dreamscape
Slide into sleep with me and dream the nightmare waiting for my weary fingers weaving through his mane before the polished hoofs flash starlight the flaring nostrils puff with flames reflecting in the gleaming midnight eyes as I ride my will
a way to look at light
Defenses down, the naked soul peers out blinking in the glare of love light your light bathing me in eager fingers working on the buckles of the armour to my heart. No hurricane to harm me just gentle breezes of i love you breathed across my
sunlight
first light turns the upright of my nightlight into silver gleaming at the edge of vision opening the path to day birdsong flowers sweet and plangent hitting notes cut harshly by the awkward squawk of parrot in the distance bird on the run
I'm Not Here
A loss , forever ...!!
Under That Tree
Under that tree , is a realy true story poem , we used to have our own tree and we used to share love , life , kisses & passion under that tree after the break up , i was driving back from work when i thought to myself , I miss that tree , i went there , and the tree wasn't there .. they've cut it off and that time .. just that time ..i started to cry like a baby ..and this poem is for you my dear tree .. I miss those times
Somewhere far,in the middle ...
i hear about a world ,different from ours,true or not;i was thinkin' to share...
the love letters
when two people come together, totally accepting each other, nothing else matters
Despair
Hope is my belief, a bridge into unknown, world of light? Yet the path is pain and joy. God, don't leave me behind, your world is mine, our universe: Home! auth. a.j.
Tears
when my own becomes strangers to me,tears owe me. when the world becomes cold to me,tears hold me. when everything scatters after a storm,tears gather me. when season of memories comes,tears melt me. when fire of betrayal blazes in stolid nights,
To love...
To love means to give not only to recive To love means to understand,to forgive, To be there when he/she needs you To love means to lern to make compromises To accept the person near you without Trying to change him/her,to love her For what he
beautiful things are outside your door
My inspiration came from my uncle who is a beautiful carver in NZ. Seeing his carvings, I was inspired to write this poem for a friend, I have met from far away.
Your Birthday
A lost love, written a few years ago, but still in my thoughts
What's happen?
Really appreciations for your understanding A..many thanks for hearty welcome R,thank you dear C
Decisive
Who doesn't flip a coin?
Your Secret
For...???
Am I Crazy or just Alone?
I just wrote how I feel about this world and how hard it is to find real love, when most people these days are so shallow to even know what love is all about.
hope
hope I have no choice but to proceed as if hope were possible even as I have no evidence to suggest this is so; this tenuous dichotomy is the fine line I walk....
meals metaphor
how come there's not a category for: life
me
within my self within my room within my thoughts i reside i walk slow and want to see but i answer too fast and miss it i have changed but the roots are still there i want to change but the roots are rotted i want the roots to be different b
First Love
We All Had this pure honest first love ..
Above
Where energy exist, there is life. Where energy exist, there is love. Where energy exist, there is evil. God; universal source of all life, gave us the free will to choose. How can God; consist of both; positive and negative energy, unless
Untitled
I've recently found my father at the begining of my 3rd decade of life. The first thing I asked him for is a picture. He hasn't read the poem yet.
May I come in?
..respectful thanks for all family ,if there is any place in this house.....
What is love?
I seem to have a hard time thinking how and what i want to say. Not sure how to express my feelings on just a single page. Always dreaming of the opportunity to show her how i feel. Awakening to find myself locked in a miserable ordeal.
My Growing Piles
Keep. Throw out. Sale. Give away. Don't know. My little piles are starting to grow. I don't seem to see an end. How has all this stuff came to be? Living here in this house with me. Keep. Throw out. Sale. Give away. Don't know. A
To Her...
To her... my writing is scripture, my speech is epiphany, my music is the sound that our souls dream of when they sleep... To her... my eyes are crystal balls foreshadowing the future of the world, my lips are the eyelid of the sun, my ears are black
Angel Tears
Needless causualties of war
I am replete
A new recipe, for an evening meal
Eagle Dreaming.
I am quixotic today, just for fun ! (but I did see the eagle)
the hazards of love (part 3)
these hazards poems inspired by my sons encounter with the decemberists.
determined
this is a blog i did on myspace april 26 2009 funny im looking at other blogs even older than this theme of time passing, me noticing and personal growth... hmph- funny, it always seems when i write it its a now feeling but i guess its a nagging feeling? oh well-
The Waiting.
Follow up to "The Meeting".
Something lost and out of reach.
Erm... well this would be yet another,discontented poem from the failed love life of the messed up..
i dont like titles
theres no about really alot of what i write is flow of consciousness and i rarely do revisions in a m,edium such as this im more of a journaler than a poet i think i used to be a poet/songwriter...who knows ive also written a number of poems on the fly on this site over the years but they are in forums under poetry mostly
In the Hermitage of Love.....
Composed by me...
Truth
In the silent moment of present, wonders appear! Wouldn't the world be a better place if people allow God to work through theire physical existence ?
War Costs
Gray clouds on blue sky War traumas never do heal The sun always shines.
my beloved
Beloved, your laughter is fluid and supple When I heard it, my love, I drank it all up. Keep smiling, keep smiling! May your flushes of humility maintain to bloom? In exchange for one smile of your's, take this world of mine; Ghastly dream
A Heart Of Tears
If you gonna let go And end our life To kill the dream we had & romance If there's no more me & you And im in the last night Dying here inside with no chance So if it's just tonight You've let it burn inside To let us live and die
Superheart
tonight ima becme Superman til my last breath i'll be your side lyk a shadow so tak my hand my darling angel n we'll blast through tha glass dance up in tha moonlight n stars cuz all i wann do is stare in those pretty eyes guys may bring yo
FIRST MOVE
this is how i spend most weekends,its like going up to bat,you pitch your ball,and hope not to strikeout!