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my heart betrayed
To me
I saw you
your still there,
as beautiful to be
in the presence of you
making all the stars
in the Heaven's fly
one summers day to kiss you
all dreams even to the end
My rose
unless it gathers thorns
like Cleopatra
I want to be
your Mark Antony
forever yours
into words
as life
passes us by
Never forget
the love
I have
for you,
a real dream
made for a reason,
it is so special
I could never find
the right words
until now
you who suffocates
this heart
the circle
of my life
Whom has the very keys
to this heart,
you are still there
beautiful to me
as a rose
who eclipses,
this very heart
is all
that a woman
should need
I saw you
your still there,
as beautiful to be
in the presence of you
making all the stars
in the Heaven's fly
one summers day to kiss you
all dreams even to the end
My rose
unless it gathers thorns
like Cleopatra
I want to be
your Mark Antony
forever yours
into words
as life
passes us by
Never forget
the love
I have
for you,
a real dream
made for a reason,
it is so special
I could never find
the right words
until now
you who suffocates
this heart
the circle
of my life
Whom has the very keys
to this heart,
you are still there
beautiful to me
as a rose
who eclipses,
this very heart
is all
that a woman
should need
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
a broken dream she didnt see
I N T I M A C Y ( acrostic)
I N T I M A C Y
I ntense and bracy
N urtured and racy
T otal loss of composure
I nterludes of complete exposure
M omentus quivers
A ll consuming shivers
C arnal appetities set free
Y es my love this is real Intimacy
I ntense and bracy
N urtured and racy
T otal loss of composure
I nterludes of complete exposure
M omentus quivers
A ll consuming shivers
C arnal appetities set free
Y es my love this is real Intimacy
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
i was just having some fun with this one.
‘Someone’
A super messy poem, just like a kindergarten kid. lol Sorry for the inconvenience. :P
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
Lightworker's Lament
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears
Both parts of an infinite plan
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong
Wise-foolish.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
How I live this.
I've been a Lightworker since a very young age. A gift that was blessed to me by God and passed on by my father's side who is pre-cognitive and has foresight and my mother's side which is Intuitive Empath, foresight, "sight" and the ability to astral travel. It helps to empathize with people I come across while with the Sheriff's Department.
I often "check in" with you all, leaving a hug and a gentle kiss upon your brow before I go back to my own home. I know when you're hurting, what ails you and try to bring you peace and comfort if only for a moment.
I've tried to help a friend that I've come to care about. It hurts so deeply to know that friend is hurting. How I wish I could help,if only but to listen and to offer support. No censure, no judgement, just being a friend.
While I was in the Army, I suffered a stroke two weeks before my unit was due to be shipped home. Took me two years to re-learn how to walk and talk again. My faith in God and a loving, supportive family helped me get through. On September 11,2001, I was in New York on a layover to visit my father's family in Ireland. I was a few blocks away walking towards the WTC to take photos for a friend. I looked up in time to see the first plane hit. Confusion gave way to action and I started helping the walking wounded. I rounded up some healthier looking individuals to help me and to alleviate their shock. Using up the supplies in my medical kit that I always carry and started ripping our shirts and clothes to serve as bandages and slings.
I lost two good friends from my Army unit that day. One was a first responder for the NYFD. The second was a man who worked at the Pentagon. We'd been friends since we first met. Better friends I couldn't have asked for. I miss them dearly to this day.
This past year saw a truck totaled, horses stolen, a water heater dying, septic system needing replaced, furnace needing replaced and an attempt on my life. I'm beginning to think that my middle name is Job.
Late last night I was on duty and received a call to go intervene on a domestic disturbance. What met our eyes was a child beaten so badly, this little one died on the way to the hospital. This child was barely a year old. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, so it's nice to be able to come here, read the works of other poets and be transported nicely for a time.
Thank you for taking the time for reading these few words.
Both parts of an infinite plan
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong
Wise-foolish.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
How I live this.
I've been a Lightworker since a very young age. A gift that was blessed to me by God and passed on by my father's side who is pre-cognitive and has foresight and my mother's side which is Intuitive Empath, foresight, "sight" and the ability to astral travel. It helps to empathize with people I come across while with the Sheriff's Department.
I often "check in" with you all, leaving a hug and a gentle kiss upon your brow before I go back to my own home. I know when you're hurting, what ails you and try to bring you peace and comfort if only for a moment.
I've tried to help a friend that I've come to care about. It hurts so deeply to know that friend is hurting. How I wish I could help,if only but to listen and to offer support. No censure, no judgement, just being a friend.
While I was in the Army, I suffered a stroke two weeks before my unit was due to be shipped home. Took me two years to re-learn how to walk and talk again. My faith in God and a loving, supportive family helped me get through. On September 11,2001, I was in New York on a layover to visit my father's family in Ireland. I was a few blocks away walking towards the WTC to take photos for a friend. I looked up in time to see the first plane hit. Confusion gave way to action and I started helping the walking wounded. I rounded up some healthier looking individuals to help me and to alleviate their shock. Using up the supplies in my medical kit that I always carry and started ripping our shirts and clothes to serve as bandages and slings.
I lost two good friends from my Army unit that day. One was a first responder for the NYFD. The second was a man who worked at the Pentagon. We'd been friends since we first met. Better friends I couldn't have asked for. I miss them dearly to this day.
This past year saw a truck totaled, horses stolen, a water heater dying, septic system needing replaced, furnace needing replaced and an attempt on my life. I'm beginning to think that my middle name is Job.
Late last night I was on duty and received a call to go intervene on a domestic disturbance. What met our eyes was a child beaten so badly, this little one died on the way to the hospital. This child was barely a year old. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, so it's nice to be able to come here, read the works of other poets and be transported nicely for a time.
Thank you for taking the time for reading these few words.
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
The Lightworker Laments.
BABYLON "THE GREAT" IS FALLING
The truth is in the earth now,
Prophecy has to be fulfilled.
The life cycle of humanity,
Can no longer be concieled.
We are in the last days,
Revelation-means to reveal
Understanding the times we are in
Puts sight, into view
The economy world-wide is crumbling
Vastly in our midst.
People are suffering, daily hardship.
The entertainment business, is losing
It's distractive ability.
They can no longer push vanity,
On those who can see.
The earth is rapidly dyeing
The trees are, no longer thriving.
The air is so polluted, our minds are cloudy
& diluted.
Gmo's have destroyed, the nurishment of
Our core.
Mans destructive ways will soon be no more!!
The politicians deceives & can no longer achieve
The promises at hand, to make one believe.
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked.
Now it's time for the wicked to receive
All the corruption, devastation & greed that has been
Placed on the innocent, lost & meek.
It is only fair to say, what you sow, is what you reap!!
Wars and rumors of war's do plague the air we breath.
There is no denying this scripture, is to be.
Religion- means to separate.
Come back to the most high.
You do not have to go to church to call on THE GREAT, I AM's NAME
If you just open your heart, the spirit will raise. For all have sinned
But can be forgiven. It is not to late. That's the promise our lord has made.
Resist all government solutions for it is a delution.
Police state enforcement is not the resolution.
Pray for our soul, as weaponry, trials & tribulations unfold.
In our lifetime we will see, the coming of our majesty.
The greatest test of faith, is the endurance of this race
TO THE END.......
Prophecy has to be fulfilled.
The life cycle of humanity,
Can no longer be concieled.
We are in the last days,
Revelation-means to reveal
Understanding the times we are in
Puts sight, into view
The economy world-wide is crumbling
Vastly in our midst.
People are suffering, daily hardship.
The entertainment business, is losing
It's distractive ability.
They can no longer push vanity,
On those who can see.
The earth is rapidly dyeing
The trees are, no longer thriving.
The air is so polluted, our minds are cloudy
& diluted.
Gmo's have destroyed, the nurishment of
Our core.
Mans destructive ways will soon be no more!!
The politicians deceives & can no longer achieve
The promises at hand, to make one believe.
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked.
Now it's time for the wicked to receive
All the corruption, devastation & greed that has been
Placed on the innocent, lost & meek.
It is only fair to say, what you sow, is what you reap!!
Wars and rumors of war's do plague the air we breath.
There is no denying this scripture, is to be.
Religion- means to separate.
Come back to the most high.
You do not have to go to church to call on THE GREAT, I AM's NAME
If you just open your heart, the spirit will raise. For all have sinned
But can be forgiven. It is not to late. That's the promise our lord has made.
Resist all government solutions for it is a delution.
Police state enforcement is not the resolution.
Pray for our soul, as weaponry, trials & tribulations unfold.
In our lifetime we will see, the coming of our majesty.
The greatest test of faith, is the endurance of this race
TO THE END.......
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this poem to acknowledge all the prophecies coming to pass.
online now!Happy thanksgiving to all
I can't be more thankful
for the sun, the flowers
the bees, the birds and my freedom
I can't be more grateful for my joys
for my sufferings and my sorrows
my life, my children and my God
I can't be more thankful that after
illness, comes my strength to survive
and the hopes that lives on, even
in the challenges of times
I can't be more anxious to share gladness
even in the darkness of these evil world we live in
and I can't be more hopeful that peace
will reign and love abounds to all mankind
Yes it is fitting to say thank you
to whomever gave us this world
this life and these blessings
Thank you my God and everyone
for this chance, once in a lifetime
and for the fact that I am here
breathing, smiling, and most of all
wishing each and everyone of us
A happy thanksgiving day.
for the sun, the flowers
the bees, the birds and my freedom
I can't be more grateful for my joys
for my sufferings and my sorrows
my life, my children and my God
I can't be more thankful that after
illness, comes my strength to survive
and the hopes that lives on, even
in the challenges of times
I can't be more anxious to share gladness
even in the darkness of these evil world we live in
and I can't be more hopeful that peace
will reign and love abounds to all mankind
Yes it is fitting to say thank you
to whomever gave us this world
this life and these blessings
Thank you my God and everyone
for this chance, once in a lifetime
and for the fact that I am here
breathing, smiling, and most of all
wishing each and everyone of us
A happy thanksgiving day.
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Posted: Nov 2015
About this poem:
Dedicated to all.Thank you so much for your reads and comments (if any)
online now!thank you friends and CS
Thank you CS for this meeting place
Warm and gentle, when we need embrace
We're here like brothers and sisters
Confiding our weakness and greatest fears
When we're up and or down
When our world is beset with dark storms
Where do we unload our miseries?
Here with our friends at CS
Therefore it's just fitting to say:
Thanks to our site and the owners
A little gesture of gratefulness and prayers
So we can always come to share our lives
Once in a while or even everyday
Perhaps if it is not too much to ask
Let's join our hands and be thankful to this site.
Warm and gentle, when we need embrace
We're here like brothers and sisters
Confiding our weakness and greatest fears
When we're up and or down
When our world is beset with dark storms
Where do we unload our miseries?
Here with our friends at CS
Therefore it's just fitting to say:
Thanks to our site and the owners
A little gesture of gratefulness and prayers
So we can always come to share our lives
Once in a while or even everyday
Perhaps if it is not too much to ask
Let's join our hands and be thankful to this site.
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
I just read about the poem of our dear friend Paloma who had provided me with enormous amount of inspiration on the days when I was so low and down. I am better now and I hope we can, also share her fears and frustrations because this is what I love most of this place. Our ability to share our pains, sorrows and love give us strength when we need it. That is all.
GOOD BYE SUMMER
Winter is right around the corner
Sunny days are waning into gloom
As the daylight time grows shorter
The flowers start to no longer bloom
September is the beginning of Fall
Shorter days and cool crisp nights
Then the familiar fall bird calls
As they gather for their southern flight
Time to hang out the feeders for those who stay
The hot humid air becomes a cool autumn breeze
As squirrels hide their nuts for a cold winter’s day
Trees start to get their bright coats of colored leaves
Time to say goodby to summer and our visitors
As they leave us for fairer weather
Time to welcome back the faces of winter
Who come with the wind that is so bitter
Blue Jays, Titmice, Morning Doves and Chickadees
Who brighten up the gloomy winter days
Each with their individual personalities
Making one feel more happy and gay
Sunny days are waning into gloom
As the daylight time grows shorter
The flowers start to no longer bloom
September is the beginning of Fall
Shorter days and cool crisp nights
Then the familiar fall bird calls
As they gather for their southern flight
Time to hang out the feeders for those who stay
The hot humid air becomes a cool autumn breeze
As squirrels hide their nuts for a cold winter’s day
Trees start to get their bright coats of colored leaves
Time to say goodby to summer and our visitors
As they leave us for fairer weather
Time to welcome back the faces of winter
Who come with the wind that is so bitter
Blue Jays, Titmice, Morning Doves and Chickadees
Who brighten up the gloomy winter days
Each with their individual personalities
Making one feel more happy and gay
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Posted: Sep 2015
About this poem:
Summer is waning and Fall is on the way.
All Alone
I have nobody
I am somebody
I have the heart of desire
love to live I hate to live alone
My life is empty or is it full
I wander around no place to go
or a place of my destiny
Road is dark only lit up by the moons brite
or is the stars light brite enough to guide me
Hear the wind howl trees swaying
as my truck rolls by
I come to dead end
is this the farthest I go
Bridge is out road is closed
hit my brakes
my life is at its end
the road ends the journey begins
off to the right I drive
turning on a dirt road
where will it lead
Moon lite is all I have
Kicking up dust
I leave behind
My life continues on
a dirt bumpy road
but I live on all alone
traveling down the unknown
I am somebody
I have the heart of desire
love to live I hate to live alone
My life is empty or is it full
I wander around no place to go
or a place of my destiny
Road is dark only lit up by the moons brite
or is the stars light brite enough to guide me
Hear the wind howl trees swaying
as my truck rolls by
I come to dead end
is this the farthest I go
Bridge is out road is closed
hit my brakes
my life is at its end
the road ends the journey begins
off to the right I drive
turning on a dirt road
where will it lead
Moon lite is all I have
Kicking up dust
I leave behind
My life continues on
a dirt bumpy road
but I live on all alone
traveling down the unknown
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
one of my favorite pieces. had to repost this also an older poem I wrote.
Missed Kisses
There will come a time when salt becomes sweeter than honey...
When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny...
When honey that drips from your warm softened lips...
Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...
I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss...
Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss...
The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses...
The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....
When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny...
When honey that drips from your warm softened lips...
Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...
I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss...
Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss...
The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses...
The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
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